Firefly Glen The Masquerade

There was a look of concentration about her features as he'd spoken to her, and when she replied with nothing more than a nod he began to wonder perhaps if she wasn't simply being quiet because she was shy and subservient, but because of some other reason. She was watching him with clever focus in her gaze, and he wondered for a moment if she'd been reading his lips. Towhee and Meerkat both watched other wolves with the same sort of interest and focus, so he was used to it, and didn't bristle. Whatever the reason for her silence, he didn't jump to any conclusions- but habit and protocol called for more questions to be asked.

"Well, you're in luck, because we're accepting joiners. We're kind of new, actually- Firefly Glen is led by Osiris, who'll probably be here shortly. We're sort of a sister-pack from the pack that lives on that mountain over there," He gestured, with a deft movement of his paw to the peak that rose, purplish, in the distance. "Moonspear." He said. "I'm assuming hunting's one of your specialties, but d'you have any other skills that might be of use to the pack?" He asked.