Northstar Vale Foundation

A slight smile twitched his lips at her acceptance. He gave the Matriach a grateful bow of his head. When his eyes rose back to hers, he could see that slight furrowing of the brow. He really must look awful.

"That would be very nice. Thank you." A bit of food, a bit of rest, and he will be ready for either staying...or going on his way again.
"What sort of pack are you building?" A place for their family? Or one like Kynareths cult. He didn't know what he wanted really. Kynareths pack was stable, always ready to go to war with Ursus, but stable nonetheless. There were no overthrows, no madness. The Saints were just living their lives as they should. 

His head tilted in her direction, waiting for an awnser.