Duskfire Glacier [j] you know nothing of pain

For a first impression, the stranger made a proper one: calm, collected, well-spoken. Yet the young Alpha found him a difficult one to read. Based on credentials alone, he seemed a worthy fit, and if they had his loyalty, surely there was little qualm in allowing the stranger admittance to their ranks? His thoughts turned to Tuwawi, and the wounds she'd inflicted upon young Adlartok, but just as quickly they switched to Shalon, who had received the ember's approval mere days before.

Scarlett sounded from behind, piping up to add her voice to the mix. Malachi cast her a sidelong glance, but did not shift. Her statement was a necessary one, and the young leader nodded. "I'd also like to know what benefits you seek if I deem you fit." Malachi had not failed to notice the particular wording of the stranger's request, and aside from the general expectations one held surrounding a pack - kinship, protection, the strength that came in numbers - Malachi wondered if he sought something different still.