Broken Boulder That gaze, it makes me anxious

No worries! <3

The one who'd eventually heed his call appeared from the snowy drift with audible, heavy footsteps. He was tall, dark, and thickly compact -- the shadow of a man with a posture to tell any and all what position he held in the pack. Acknowledging this and the way things played out in regards to canine body language, Kaster respectfully averted his gaze and opted to look at a nearby tree instead.

The silence that followed was assumed to be Archer's cue to explain his presence here, so he'd clear his throat before referring to the brute before him. "Greetings. I assume you lead the group here, yes?" Beginning with his previous judgment -- the position this man held in the pack -- and then back to business. "My name is Kaster, and I wish to join your ranks."