Lightly, Lightly, Flowers Dance

If it was one thing the yearling couldn't get over, it was how kind everyone seemed to be. He'd yet to meet an unkind presence since arriving in the Wilds, and every member of his new pack he'd met were helpful in some way. Having already been given a small tour, and not wanting to derail the others original plans, Alastor slowly shook his head. “I will have to decline your offer,” he said. “Crëyr has showed me around some, and I wouldn't want to interrupt your patrol.”

Since the golden wolf was planning on doing a patrol, and the Greek was looking to find a different direction to go, an idea came to form in his mind. “If you'll have me, though, then perhaps I could assist you with your patrol,” the boy offered. He wasn't quite ready to leave the other after having just met him. To him, it came off as being rude, and possibly even ungrateful, and he believed himself to be neither of those things. This way, he would be able to avoid that, and would also be able to assist in something for the pack.