Now it starts

The midnight female saw straight through his sly question and answered what he had meant all along. "I have never been one for subtly." he laughed. "There's two or three of us at the moment, three or four counting yourself. I think we have a good beginning. FitzDutiful, at your service."

He couldn't be more specific with the numbers as he had yet to know for certain what Raissa wanted to do. It was likely she was onboard, just as likely she had turned down his offer. Either way, he was fully absorbed into his task of gathering up other lone wolves and creating a name for themselves. Although he would be leading it, and he felt the confidence to do so, it wasn't his pack and he made sure that everyone knew that. There wasn't a pack with just one wolf, there wasn't a family with just one wolf and in FitzDutiful's mind pack equalled family.

He had stopped cleaning his paw, and let the excitement at this endeavour glean from his eyes and infest his smile. It was going to be a good adventure.