Ravensblood Forest Happens Like That

His gaze drifted to Durnehviir with a gleam of fondess that he did not hide, but an ear flickered in the direction of the stranger’s voice had his muzzle soon swinging back to the matter at hand. Whisper remained quiet for now, and the swarthy shadowrunner listened to the others quick response before giving a nod of understanding.  “Yes,” he confirmed his name, studying the male with thoughtful silence.
 
“You might be, Outlander,” he offered in response, his gaze finally breaking from the dark rogue to drift between either of his comrades. “What do you want in a pack? We’re looking for loyalty, family and discipline. I’m hoping our ranks will gain a variety of wolves with different skills and specialties – but I also will say I tend to also look for sparring skills.” He paused then, any amusement that might have been found near the end of his words did not meet his eyes. He had seen too much in these parts. “I don’t actively seek to cause trouble, but I also will not back down if it comes to us. Unfortunately, these valleys seem to coax enough trouble to last a life time.”