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If size was a requirement, Eve amuses that it would be one extreme or the other; you must be this tall or this short to enjoy the ride. Average in height? Nope. You're screwed. No fun for you.

Thankfully their joke seems to have cleared a bit of the tension that lingered in the atmosphere around them. Eve hates to be so nervous, and to see someone else feeling the same way makes it even worse. His own smile wides.

Hmm, he hums, mismatched green eyes glancing skyward in thought. Well, the first requirement is that eating fellow packmates is a no-go. Can't have that, Eve jokes. Although he is serious that cannibalism isn't the way to go here. He worried Easthollow wolves would've skinned him and his sister Thistle alive when he first joined up.

Uh, he pauses again. Honestly Kaistleoki is about new beginnings. A lot of us have gone through rough times recently, and we want to move forward. I like to make sure everyone feels like they have some sort of purpose, and they're a part of the pack instead of... a number to keep us filled. Otherwise, we'll take just about anyone who's cool and interested. Maybe he ought to have some long list of "Must Haves", but it feels sort of useless. He isn't gonna require anyone know things, and so long as they put some sort of effort into it... yeah, Eve's happy enough.

Are you? Interested, I mean.