Permafrost Hollows radioactive

Wherein her spunk had been appreciated, the pitch gives causes the dragon to arch an eyebrow. Certainly Hyperborea needs soldiers, and they ought to not be picky enough to cast out all that have personality. Yet he isn't asking about he needs. She would not sell well to Zephyr.
Her further words are enough to appease, for he wouldn't need any to stand between him and a bear anyway. The necessity of comrades and battle partners is more appealing. The taunting half smile is replied with a crooked shift of his own—the grin more befitting the crazed cackles of a killer in Dead by Daylight slashing away at survivors than a boy-next-door.
Luck you, we're looking for fighters willing to defend with us. Now it is up to the ice wraith whether she will be welcome officially. Name's Kratos. The other Alpha is my mate, @Zephyr. Possessive undertones continue. He'll meet you first before you're official. He finishes with a howl, summoning the wraith to assess so the process could be over with.