Word Count → 411 :: Hehe. I think you can put "leader needed" in the title now. :3
Surely, the long and nicely accented name the dark hybrid offered was a mouthful, and her tongue flickered against the back sides of her teeth like a nervous animal before she decided she would not attempt to pronounce it just yet. Instead, Vesper inclined her head in a brief nod.
Dark lids fell over icy blue eyes as the tall male spoke with surprising passion on the subject of joining the clan. So he did not want to be alone; he wanted to join with a group in this land that was so new to him. Vesper could understand the lupine draw to a pack and the need for sanctuary in the winter, and she could not fault him for not quite caring which group he joined—so long as he proved himself loyal to Inferni and did not take this trivially.
The blade jerked from his bag made the lupus-formed hybrid step back, hackles rising, but she smirked wryly at his remark then listened to the skills he had to offer. Trading was part of what kept the packs in Nova Scotia alive, she knew, and some might value a literate luperci, though it wasn’t an ability she personally held claim to. How skilled he was with his dagger and all the other abilities he prattled off was yet to be seen, but he was an older luperci and at least had something prepared to tell her. She nodded.
“I will call for our leader, our Aquila,” Vesper said, lightly emphasizing the Inferni term. It did not matter what one called it, but it was part of the culture that Ángel would have to get used to. “Ezekiel will be the one to accept or deny you.” From the recent influx of newcomers, she knew that their numbers would be strong for the winter—but whether or not that would help this male’s chances wasn’t for her to say. She tilted her head back and let up a cry for the leader—the yapping yowl characteristic of coyotes, though there was a long wolf note within it as well. Once she was finished, she glanced levelly up at the man again.
“Where do you come from, Ángel?” Her tone changed; this wasn’t part of the interrogation of a potential joiner, but knowledge she wanted to personally know. She took a seat on the grass, swishing her tail and cocking her head at him as they waited for Ezekiel to arrive.
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