Swiftcurrent Creek The shade

The more he looks at them the more he wants them on his team. They’re obviously skilled in battle. They’re tough it seems too. They’ve seen hardships snd lives through them, but he still has a few questions that would be too odd to ask them. Are they willing to do what must be done to gain victory? The Saint has a war in his grasp and he plans to fucking win it. 

His face doesn’t betray his thoughts though, rather it shows the same interest he’s had the entirety of his conversation with her. When she accepts his offer he smiles then, a certain type of friendly satisfaction showing on his face. 

“Then I’m honored to have you.” He hums back with pride, but his expression turns comfortably serious. “But to members of my pack I am not only a leader, I strive to be someone you can trust. So I will not deceive you. My pack is in the midst of war due to the betrayal of a fresh alliance. Does your answer remain the same?” It’s asked softly and said truthfully. He will not lie to her, there’s no reason to do so, but he must know if she has what it takes to become a Saint. Because to him, betrayal means certain death and once a Saint, always a Saint.