Silver Creek marshmallow

finding members for his rank was easy as ever. he stared upon the woman who came to him, timid as ever, and perked his auds as she begged a place to stay. begged, yeah, okay grayson. "we have room for you," said grayson with a gentle dip of his nose, though at this point he would say yes to every woman who came into his claim. granted, when breeding season came, there was certainly less competition for him and his brothers. 

"my name is grayson odolf, my claim is rosings," he said with a dip of his head, "there are a handful of us, we mostly reside in the woods, but we have not settled yet. you may come and go as you please." in case rosings fell apart overnight-- after all, their claim was not official. he added with a quirk of his brow, "you will be safe within our camp, though." if she left and was injured, it was on her. grayson would only protect the women who stayed close to him.

"do you have any skills?" he asked, expecting a specific answer.