centuries

Sumayl wasn't sure if he should look away from their awkward (to him) public displays of affection or if it was okay for him to stare at them like they were aliens that had suddenly shed their normal skin in favor of something foreign to him. It relieved Sumayl slightly to learn that they were not an item but rather brother and sister. Sumayl wasn't sure why it was relieving — other than he was glad not to be casually and subtly hitting on another man's girl. It wouldn't have been the first time, and Sumayl rather enjoyed confrontation of that sort of nature what a not-so-little homewrecker for no real reason other than he tended to be a bit assertive around other males. This was especially true if he thought he had a high advantage over the one that he was confronting, which was usually always. The ebony beast introduced himself as Jace, and asked what Sumayl knew to be the usual questions: what made him think he would be a good addition, what he was good at, et cetera. “I'm a damn good tracker and hunter. I've trained for both since I was old enough to go for an apprenticeship. I can fight and I'm swift, thanks to my coyote lineage.” Some wolves though that being a coywolf was a sin that should have never happened but it couldn't be disputed that the speed they had on a wolf coupled with the powerful build of a wolf made for power and speed. Sumayl had never been ashamed that he had coyote in him, not that he could hide it anyway given that he had the coat of a coyote and Mexican wolf.

“As for what she sees in me it's not my place to say.” Modesty had never been one of Sumayl's strong suits but even so he wasn't going to coat his abilities when he knew he was good at something, especially if modesty ran the chance of costing him a place within their ranks.