Bramblepoint when the sun is perched at it's highest peak,

no worries! <3

cicero. good to meet. a deep nod, a slight twitch of his brow ; respectful in his mannerisms, the embodiment of a firm handshake and a slap on the back. iseldur was not one to linger on a single topic for too long, especially if the person speaking did not seem to exhibit any sort of enjoyment as they spoke. though perhaps cicero was just a solemn speaker. the man draped in gold was usure, ultimately deciding not to prod.

a curious expression flickered within emerald eyes. you seek affiliation? he queried, then. half wondering if cicero would like to accompany both the squire and the knight, and half wondering if he had met any pack-wolves that he thought good enough to stay with. and so, he would voice these wonders. you, ah, meet good pack...s? though he would remain quiet on the former idea for the time being. they had only just met.