Gently in the Night I Roam {J}

He nudged Crëyr affectionately as she turned to leave before moving to inspect the stranger. The wolf was crouching down, tail and head lowered. Good he thought to himself, makes the job a whole lot easier. A good fight would be nice, but it would take time, and the Imperator currently needed to get back to his altar and his own personal den, not the one he shared with Paarthurnax, that den was empty but still his, he had moved all the herbs and medical equipment into his own den. A pack needed a healer, he wasn't an exceptionally good one, but he would have to do.

"Rozari Igantyev. I'm seeking to join your pack, if you have the inclination and the room." Shadow kept his stoic mask, watching silently as she lowered her body and head even further. Well, if nothing went wrong, she probably wasn't going to go on probatio. At least she had the sense to not trespass on his lands or hunt for that matter, or he would have to take her captive or make her a slave, or the lightest sentence, to be put on probatio. Of course, there was always the option of chasing or killing.

The inclination eh? Shadow said in his 'naturally' soft dangerous tone. Interesting choice of words here,he moved closer to her, deciding to finally be serious about the whole thing instead of acting absurdly sarcastic later on. Why have you decided to join this pack instead of any other? And why should we accept you? What are your skills, your strengths? Your weaknesses? The last question was a trick question, if she was to be in the pack, she needed to be loyal and to trust her packmates, if she was afraid to say her weakness, then...game over kid.