Northstar Vale Poursuivez vos Petits Rêves

He could deal with that. And all it would cost him, in the end, was his own time and effort if she said no- at which point, he could just as easily take whatever he'd gained from the experience and walk away. 

Now- a wrench. His cinnamon eyebrows raised, when she began a conversation about customs. Thinking this would be a conversation that would take some time, he bobbed his head- as if asking for permission- before he sat, bringing his tail along his thigh so its feathery tip wavered near his hock. There it remained poised, waving only slightly as he spoke. 

"Well, we will see; you will 'ave to explain to me, before I accept, of course," He said. "I come wid my own beliefs, my own traditions...I will not do dem de dishonour of abandoning dem, simply to join a pack." He warned. He drew in a breath, and drew a pleasant enough smile to his lips. "At least in de interest of learning more, 'owever...Please," He said, as his tail tip gave an inviting flick. "Explain."