Stavanger Bay thrice fooled (joining!)

Cry was a calm wolf by nature, so excitement of a potential new face was not seen on the outside, however the smidge of happiness was down there, somewhere, in the void like depths that composed the shadow prince.
The ghost of a smile felt itself on his lips, and with hidden caution, but assured confidence, he spoke again.

"You have a bit more to tell me on your skills, I hope? You can't just give bare minimum, when I can't be affirmed on your loyalty."

Cry felt it would be very worthwhile of his time if the older man told more than just basics. More descriptions. After all, when putting yourself into the pack that may be the last youre in, more than just a couple sentences were neccessary.
His did give the older man props though, he was comfortable, though not too comfortable, while still being respectful.
That in itself gave him points.

"This is Stavanger Bay. I am Cry, a member of this pack, though I'm sure I didn't need to tell you that. Tell me exactly why it would assist the Bay, to accept you."

Cry recalled the man telling him a gist of his origin. A southern man, perhaps? He had a Southern uncle, a man who he had only met once in his life, nefpre he was whisked away by a demented god father.
Shaking himself of the memory, Cry returned his vigilance to the current situation.