Whitefish River graphite

It’s a tall ask that Deimos is requesting, and he knows it. He’s not a man that’s reproachful to pack life, but he’s not about to give up his newfound freedom either. If he can just find a pack that happily balances both... His gaze rests on Evergreen in anticipation, awaiting the man’s verdict. Would he accept, or turn Deimos back out to the wilds?

He accepts; Deimos hedges out a soft sigh, the smile still evident. There was mention of not eating packmates - ew, Deimos is a lot of things but certainly not a cannibal. He demonstrates this with a boyish bow that is exaggerated but full of humor. Okay, no eating the packmates. Got it... wait.. they’re not rabbits or fish or the likes, right? Because why else would you eat them?