Blackfeather Woods Do you think it's to late for me?

He chuckled. It was indeed, a small world. Perhaps it was fate. He didn't necessarily believe in such a thing, though he knew enough about the Spiritual to know that pissing off gods got you killed. "I'm in the right place then." He answers, mild surprise in his voice. He somewhat desired his old status, before Nix had quite literally torn it away from him, but for now, he needed to shut up and learn. "I shared my fish with him and didn't do anything stupid."he answered at the jab from the female. "Besides. Skilled fighters know another skilled fighter when they see one. I almost ripped the Nightwalkers alpha pup's eye out...a fight with him would be bloody." Sure, he was boasting a bit. But he had the right to. The Fae mentioned being from the Plateau...indicating that they were indeed a pack. Perhaps a small one, or newly formed. "Name's Memory. And I would be grateful to join."