Redsand Canyon Gently, Gently walk among us

Reyson had born a mantle of a higher male once upon a time. He had commanded his own group, and it was his own group that had bore the brunt of the fight that last fateful day. His men too loyal to leave him, and he too loyal to leave the pack and Renaud. So he knew deference well, but it would need to be paired with respect, stoicism, even some kindnesses which this mist walker seemed  to entail. He was probably a good leader. Reyson took him in assessing in mere seconds, and tilted is ears forward to listen.

Reyson felt a shiver of a tendril of unease at the mention of another sister pack. Of one forming elsewhere but to continue to serve. Would it end as badly as what had happened to Renaud? No surely this was not the case, for these wolves were departing from their loved ones, not allowing strangers in.

The next question confused him but not because of any reason other than he had always done both in his former home.  He asked the question, not in simpleton terms, just to the point, precise. You do not do both here? Guard and war? Fight and die? Protect and die? 

He swished his tail in thought. If he had to make a choice, what was he?