Stavanger Bay thrice fooled (joining!)

apologies for the short response, i started up classes again today and i'm wiped!

"Stavanger Bay, huh? I like that. Good name, manly as fuck." Aesop nodded, clearly pleased with it. "Nice to meet you, Cry. Name's Aesop."

Now here he grinned, wild and friendly and clearly so pleased. "It'd be my pleasure," he exclaimed, like he's been given a gift.

"If you can't tell, I'm built, pretty physically able," and virile, he added privately, "and am able to hunt and protect your land well enough, if that's all ya'll need. But I'm good at damn near anything I try, and I've seen shit. I've been places, done things, and I know a whole damn lot. Years lend wisdom, y'know? So I'll give you all I have to offer, so long as I get the same from the pack."

Fair enough, he thought. Years and years of wisdom in exchange for a home was a fair trade in his eyes. Maybe his description wasn't very... humble, but Cry wasn't asking for humble, he was asking for honesty. Or at least, so Aesop thought.