Sunbeam Lair 'Cause some things just don't change

Midar watched the movements of his face—the way he smirked in response to his condition that he wouldn't have to stay if he felt unfulfilled. And then he offered to share more of his pack, the subject clearly exciting him. Midar nodded, interest sparkling in his amethyst gaze. 

He couldn't deny the thrill that ran through his veins at the thought of challenging this wolf for control of his pack. Mostly it was because he didn't like being told what he couldn't have, but as intriguing as the thought was, he knew he had no real interest in leading anything; he was far too concerned with his own well being—for now anyway. It at least sounded like he would have more freedom to do as he pleased than he would in most other pack's, as long as he could get over the whole following someone else's orders thing. Loyalty, he could give if earned, and he supposed he could abide by the rest, given he was provided with the purpose he so clearly wanted; he was a weapon, and he wanted to be treated as such. 

Midar's gaze tracked every movement as Donovan came closer, and he turned his head to follow as he continues to move past him. When he stopped, Midar stood and shifted so that he was facing him. He nodded again in agreement with his assumption that he wouldn't easily offer his loyalty. It seemed they were on the same page there, which was enough to finally make the beast's decision. 

Okay, he said, dipping his head. I'll give your pack a chance. He would at least stick around long enough to see if this leader would keep his word. But I want to fulfill my purpose, he added, his own expression darkening. Call on me when you need muscle or someone dealt with, he clarified. I'll do whatever you need, probably with no questions asked. And I'll try my best to follow your rules. He raised an eyebrow, a silent question to the leader of his new pack.