Say something, I'm giving up on you.

She laughed at him. A low chuckle, one perhaps he could have passed off as a response given without thought, but in this particular situation it roused a new doubt in his mind. Why would he follow a wolf who saw fit to laugh directly in the face of those who sought to aid her? Viinturuth cocked a rugged black ear in disappointment, though his stoic expression did not falter. He continued to stand before her, silent and unmoving, as his greeter responded verbally.

The dark female announced that her pack was a new one, offering a strong reason as to why her numbers were far from strengthened, which against piqued the sable Frostfur's curiosity. He blinked thoughtfully, considering the question she tacked on at the end of her defense. "I've been wandering for some time," Viin said, no shame in his voice, "and I can't do that forever." He was made to be a pack wolf. It was a built-in requirement to live in a social environment, one where he could prove himself and build relationships. "All I seek is a place that I can call my home."