Sleepy Fox Hollow yeah, i've been throwin' down the whiskey

the next set of questions are not for kaskae, directed instead by mahler to siku. kaskae is, accordingly, quiet, pyrite grey eyes following the progress of the conversation. he shifts his weight slightly, gaze moving then to mahler where it rests. his fate is in the hands of mahler; though if he didn't get accepted it wasn't be all, end all. at any rate, the idea of trying to find another pack to join was a grueling one and not one kaskae particularly looked forward to.

all he could hope was that his spoken merits were enough to buy him entry and give him the chance to prove he had the skills to back them up, that he could be useful to paleo.