Honoré hadn't noticed how tense he really was until the Patriarch's next comment finally delivered him from the unfounded doubts plaguing his mind. As relief washed over him, the vagabond slumped heavily against the tree trunk he'd been leaning on. He suddenly felt as light as a feather, almost content for the first time in a very long while. All these emotions swirling around in his head were a little hard to understand. Perhaps they stemmed from all the time he'd spent travelling by himself. Whether he chose to admit it or not, loneliness had taken it's toll on him.
Jefferson did not seem to mind the idea of him sticking around, but no official verdict had been given. All he'd said was that he wasn't worried about Honoré's inferior hunting skills, which was a good thing. But could he stay? The Quebec native avoided being the blabbermouth he normally was, just until he was absolutely positive Jefferson wouldn't mind having him as a member of his pack. The scarred male had already referred to him as a member though. So what did that mean? Oh, the confusion! He wasn't normally this insecure but this was a chance that he couldn't afford to blow.
"Honoré Bélanger, at your service." An introduction was long overdue, better late than never! A grateful smile crossed his lips followed by an appreciative nod that almost resembled a reverence. The snowy-colored male then stood up eagerly, hugging the leather backpack containing his most prized possessions tightly against his chest. "So I can stay, yah?" he asked, hoping to get a confirmation out of the man he'd known a little over five minutes.