Silver Creek let's kill someone

he wasn't surprised, necessarily, to hear ilkisis say such a thing. but the comment was interesting all the same. if it caught him off guard, grayson did not show it. "good," he responded, not yet making any mention of the women, "then if you choose to stick around, you'll fit in fine." 

he waited for a response, if any, and then grayson added-- like a casual afterthought, though to some this was a rather alarming shift in lifestyle. "eventually i will be pairing up wolves. you'll have a wife, chosen by me," he informed him, tail flicking, brow quirking as he waited a reasonable reaction, "you'll find i'm a fine matchmaker." at least, grayson assumed. he was good at everything else.