Say something, I'm giving up on you.

Sounds good to me! Sorry for the horrendous delays in this thread, btw. D:

Without any demands that he hunt for them, fight for them, die for them as so many packs seemed to request, the raven female accepted Viinturuth into her ranks. It occurred to him then that she did not even know his name, or much about him at all. Curious, he wondered if becoming a follower of this mysterious wolfess would be of benefit to him, and he supposed inwardly that he would get along just fine as long as nothing too ridiculous was expected of him. With any luck, he could live peacefully among them and remain in the background until he figured out exactly which path his life was supposed to take.

With a respectful dip of his muzzle in gratitude, the sable brute lifted his pale eyes to settle him gaze on her features. "Blackfeather Woods," he repeated at last, the syllables rolling from his tongue leaving a rather unpleasant aftertaste in his mouth. After all, this place was no Neverwinter Forest and she was no Chakra Feralheart. Supposing it was only responsible to offer his name, the darK Frostfur did so: "I am Viinturuth."