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The mud caked woman's (though he was no better) demeanor seemed to lift even more — if that was at all possible when he admitted that he was looking for a pack to “settle down in”. Sumayl wasn't one to really ponder the cosmos but if, at the end of the day, this worked towards his advantage then who was he to question the Fates or whatever? Her suggestion that he could join The Sunspire was less of a suggestion and more of what Sumayl would have considered a revelation, and followed up by saying that they were looking for more wolves and that apparently he'd be perfect. He considered being sardonic and asking her how exactly she could know that when they'd only just met but decided that he probably shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth and said, in a only partially jesting manner, “That's because I am perfect,” A laugh followed it so she didn't think he was an entire narcissistic butt especially considering she seemed to be pretty excited at the possibility of recruiting him. Not that Sumayl had any intentions of saying no to an attractive female even if she was covered in mud (to be fair he was too so he had no room, really). “The pleasure is all mine Vienna.” While the day had not, decidedly, started off on a good foot it seemed to have redirected itself and pushed him down a much better path and Sumayl wasn't about to complain.