Cassiopeia's View little bird, i have branches above my head

He was surprised at the offer, to say the least. Admittedly it was something he'd greatly been silently praying for, finding a pack and becoming a part of something larger than simply himself as he had been for far too long. But perhaps he hadn't expected it so... Out of the blue. Her wording seemed to suggest their meeting itself may be a matter of destiny, and Henryk would in days time find himself to agree with that sentiment. 

But here, caught in the moment, a great hesitance overcame him- a nasty symptom of his own ill confidence. What could he offer to them? What worth could he be to a pack that frankly sounded far above him?

A silent swallow trickled down his throat, as he found his words to respond. I'm honored at your offer, Célnes. It's a tempting thought... May I think on it? He hoped the question wouldn't nullify the offer altogether.