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Bronco's ears perked at the mention of a name- though he wasn't quite sure he'd caught it right. [bn]"Savak-tuk?"[/b] He repeated, somewhat hesitantly- wanting to make sure that he'd heard the name correctly, in case he was asked to introduce the male later, when one of the leaders arrived. His aim, as Savaktuk stated it blatantly (if not abruptly- Bronco was surprised, but not altogether put-off by the fact that Savaktuk had chosen to be concise) was to join the pack, and Bronco liked the sound of this. He looked like the sort of wolf who would make a competent soldier and guardian. He tried not to fangirl too much over the stranger, but he'd have to admit to himself later- that the air of decorum with which the male held himself was definitely cool.

Not that that was something Bronco could pull off as flawlessly. And though he would try to match the male's stately behavior, he would fail- and his natural friendliness fought its way through. 

"Ah. Well, would you mind telling me a bit about yourself? Your strengths, skills...And what you're looking for, in a pack?" He asked. "An' did you hear about us from someone, or did you just find our borders, and decide to try to join?" Generally, it seemed as though those who came to them had been directed there. But it was a bit more unusual to have a perfectly healthy lone wolf come to their borders in mid-summer, looking for a home. Maybe he was simply an industrious wolf- who knew better than to wait until August, when most lone wolves would be searching for a pack to call home, in order to survive the winter. That wouldn't have surprised Bronco in the least, who'd already leapt to several conclusions- mostly positive ones- about the potential joiner.