Blackfoot Forest just get no blood on the dope

He can see her weighing her options. It’s always good to do so, he doesn’t blame her. It’s a hard decision, especially when it comes to joining a whole pack. Especially one like his, but something tells him that she’s going to get along just fine. After all, she seems she can definitely take care of herself. She’d be perfect for the Saints and he can help but wag his curled tail back and forth on his hips. 

He releases a sharp bark of laughter at her confirmation. “I thought you’d never ask. I could give you that and then some if you so wish, dear.” He charms shamelessly. His golden orbs lighting up with personality. “Really though, I do believe you’ll fit in just fine. If I do have to kill whoever hunts you, I have zero problem spilling their blood or mine to protect a pack mate. You have a spot in the Saints for as long as you’ll have us.” He ends seriously. A strong promise in his tone, pride accompanied along side it.