Heron Lake Plateau there's an endless road to rediscover

And it seemed his words were enough - or maybe that his Blackthorn stripe was actually more of a voucher than Towhee let on. In any case, he'd managed to talk his way through the gatekeeper and proceed to stage two: meet and greet the leaders. Now, that was a thought that made his chest squeeze with excitement or something erring on doom. He tried to cover both with a tentative smile when Towhee nodded farewell. "Yeah, catch you later - " But his words came once she had already turned away, and it seemed that maybe she didn't hear him - or maybe she just didn't care. Oh. Yeah. Okay, that's... fine. He rolled his shoulders to try to shake the weird edge that left him with.

But he barely found time to even turn to Ceara when a dark shape refocused on the top of the slope, and he snapped himself to attention. Had Towhee changed her mind? No - this wolf was definitely someone different - and Tuathal blinked, uncertain if the man was actually expecting an answer... other than just... yeah, you kind of did.

Ceara seemed savvy enough to speak, at least, and while he side-eyed her for how little she left him with to tell, for once he wasn't actually sure if that bothered him. Pitching himself to Towhee had drained him more than he'd expected, so he simply let his sister talk until she didn't anymore. Only then did he tip his head to the alpha (must've been Quixote, since Raven was a she and this was definitely a dude) and tried to interject some sort of addition to his sister's spiel. "Hey. I'm, yeah. Tuathal," ... and he stopped, and fell silent with the shift of a frown, because geez, she really didn't leave him much of anything to say, "Um. I'd like to join you - er, join your pack. I can hunt, fight, do all those wolfish things - but, Towhee said you have the final say."