Blacktail Deer Plateau Discretion of the Mind · PACK MEET

Rob scanned the crowd for reactions to the Alphas' words, mainly Hawkeye; traveling so much had made him adept at reading others. The dark chick looked a little uncomfortable, a white male seemed taken aback by what Hawkeye had to say. If he didn't have anything to worry about, he would be fine. Rob smirked, wondering if he had a sharp tongue or something.

What was most interesting were the ways that two other black wolves held themselves, and away from the pack. One looked as if he could murder someone any minute, the other Hawkeye had given a momentary sharp look, which he figured to be the reason for her words. He looked severely uneasy, but Rob knew that he was in the clear so he didn't mind. They were giving him food and shelter, a pack to belong to — shouldn't he be loyal and not talk back anyway?

"I'd do well with being a Warden or a Warrior, whichever you need more of. I'd say Counselor, but it seems like wolves around here are offended by openness, and I'm not sure what it'd be like working with that guy." His eyes moved to the wolf who called himself Ariston, and then back to the pair of Alphas.