The large werewolf squatted, lowering himself so that he did not loom over the quirky mixed-breed. She did not seem fazed or threatened at all, which was a relief - actually, he was the one bothered by the size difference. Slay rested his elbows atop his knees, finding the position surprisingly comfortable. "Oh, I think you'll realize it as you get older - being different doesn't have to mean ugly. You'll be quite exotic to the plain ol' wolves here." He smiled easily, relaxed by the sun's warmth in Zee's molten-gold eyes. He felt a small squirm of guilt - he had promised his mate not to flirt - but Cer should know that he didn't mean any of it, not really. And Zee was faking, too, she was not as delicate as she acted. Although he would never guess just how flawed her soul really was.
"Well, we've got bears, too," he couldn't resist adding, "-but they shouldn't bother you." He had been present during the first and only recorded bear attack, and it had been over by the time he arrived. They might be the only natural predator that could threaten the Luperci, but the honey-eaters only got grumpy if there were cubs around, so if one held onto their common sense, there would be no issue. It was really a very safe place to live, surrounded by packmates sworn to defend each other. The biggest threat would logically be from each other...
He snorted dismissively, amused by her obvious reply. "No no, lovely Zee, what are your goals? Do you want sanctuary here, for a temporary home, or do you intend to earn responsibilities and lend us your skills? We've lost some members recently, for various reasons - we could use an apothecary, another hunter or warrior..." Cercelee would be pleased if this strong-boned youth grew into another staunch member of their flower pack. He looked forward to bringing her the good news tonight. But of course, any new member was welcome. He just hadn't mentioned it to Zee yet, but their pack really didn't turn away anyone, unless there was an obvious flaw that made them dangerous...