Sheepeater Cliff the sun sets slowly

FitzDutiful smiled at the response, the stranger didn't move from his funny wolf-shaped hole and so FitzDutiful chose to sit and introduce himself in a better way. "I'm FitzDutiful, alpha of Silvertip Mountain." He let the words sit there, hoping that the male in front of him would understand that he was waiting on an introduction. It was one of the ways that he culled potential new recruits. That's not to say and introduction was a requirement to get into Silvertip Mountain, but the matter of response helped the alpha decide if he wanted to offer a place.

In truth, if FitzDutiful knew of Inari's skill with plants and herbs he would have jumped all over offering the male a place. They didn't need fighter's at the moment, they needed a healer. Ryuu was potentially taking it on but she suited caretaker more than the blood and gore of healing. Chakra might choose to do that, but the natural storyteller hadn't shown any interest of late. FitzDutiful knew the art of naturalism and the plants that they entailed, but not enough to treat any wounds - and his children were likely to get themselves injured. June had already managed it once.