Sun Mote Copse Landlocked.

The fur along his nape prickled at the first comment, wanting to snipe back with something barbed; but the other wolf cut through any petulance when they mentioned joining the pack.

In the back of his mind Alizarin corrected their words to what he was used to (crew) and stood stiffly in place, considering the offer. It would benefit him in the coming colder months to have a home base. This was further from the dreaded sea than he had been in a while, too.

I can hunt very well, he boasted, turning to face them with a renewed sense of pride lifting his posture. Best trained to fish an' scavenge, but I am proficient at bringing down red meat too. Not half bad a fighter either. He did not want to overstate his abilities nor oversimplify his strengths so he left it at that.

If I can stay, I'll keep ya fed. Did they have an accord?