Rising Sun Valley Sunday Morning

Wanna spree this out to 10?

He realized as she spoke that, while the idea of a pack was promising, he knew nothing about her or her followers. The land may have been calm and quiet, but that didn't mean her group was - they might have been keen on peace, or they might have been using that as a lure. A group of wolves settling anywhere was bound to stir up some drama, as that was the way of things. Still, Anselm was hopeful. He nodded as she finished speaking, not really catching the tail end of her words until they had faded to silence. Almost done forming? So he would be one of the final pieces to the puzzle.

"What can you tell me about your fellow wolves?" He asked rather boldly, eager for information about these potential allies. Anselm wasn't about to throw himself in with a rag-tag group of strangers; even if it meant a safe haven for himself, and some warm food for his belly. "I come from a small kingdom outside of these wilds, myself. My tutelage was strictly diplomatic and social, and while I can hunt to feed myself -" There was a brief look of doubt upon his face as he continued, "- I would need further training to hunt in a group. There were always others to do that job." Or to protect. He was no protector, despite being fit and young and likely built for such a role.

With that said, Anselm fell silent and regarded the red-eyed girl with a mixture of caution and curiosity; what sort of beasts lurked alongside her? And would his skills - limited though they sounded, to him - be of any use?