The female was sound; he had no reason to reject her and he was sure she'd be of some use to the pack one way or another... but the male was another matter. A frown slowly touched the grey male's face, his eyes staring and assessing as he began to slowly pick apart what the male had said and processed the information. Naniko had set up Anathema to give others a second chance, to not judge, to accept anyone from any background and welcome those regardless of their past; but that was Naniko, not him. Maybe it was the recent bear attack or the simple fact that he was a father had finally struck him, but the simply thought of accepting a killer into their ranks caused him to pause. Rationally thinking he knew that there were many killers already within the pack whom had proven themselves and assisted the growth and continuation of the pack one way or another, their were eccentric canines and some hands down wack jobs. Like him, at times.

Turning his head slightly he looked to Alex and noticed the pierced male had a peculiar look upon his face.. or well, the male was concealing his emotions which was strange for the ghostly coloured older wolf. Turning back he continued to look at the pair for a moment and then sighed. As much as he detested the idea of allowing a pup murder into his home, by rejecting the male he'd be acting against the Angela's will and defying what Anathema stood for; the latter he cared little about, but for the most part he tried to stay in Naniko's good graces in fear of the white females wrath on the odd chance he did something to …. displease her. Pulling himself up to his full height he held himself in a dominant posture to make sure that his following words were taken seriously. “I'm Alaki, the Rakeeb of this pack. Second to the Angela” he introduced himself to the pair, noting that Alex didn't introduce himself and remained quite with his poker face in place. “I'll make this perfectly clear before anything else is said, if I allow you into my home you will damn well swear not to lay a finger on any of the pups; whether they are some 'shadow wolf' or not I do not care. Anathema is one family, bound by blood and I will not tolerate any harm coming to any of the pups or members unless there is proof or a damn good reason for them to be harmed” he spoke slowly, not raising his voice but making sure both the female, Ayasha as she had introduced herself and her mate understood that murder, regardless of some of the violent tendencies of many members, was not acceptable.

“With that said. Welcome to Anathema I guess” he nodded slightly and reached behind himself and pulled a small dagger out from the sheath at his back. Although his Katana was his weapon of choice, the blade was too big to do the joining ritual Agares. “To join Anathema you must go through Agares; sharing of blood to make you family. It's just a small cut upon each of your hands and one across mine, pressing the wounds together so that you are bound to the pack through blood” he explained to them, “So, do you still wish to join or does a little cut scare you two off” he asked, a grin settling upon his face. So far no one had been put off by the ritual, but he still asked regardless; it amused him to ask for some strange reason.

The female was first to swear no harm to the young, the male following suit. Watching the pair his grin slipped away; humour of the moment quickly passing and was replaced by the sullen expression that the young Rakeeb usually displayed. “And you best stick to you're words, for if you harm anyone under my protection” he pinned his eyes onto the male, directing this comment solely at the murderer, “For. Any. Reason. Then you won't live ta' tell the tale.” he flashed his teeth in a twisted smile before settling back into his sullen neutrality. Swearing of words meant little to him in truth; but Naniko strongly believed in giving everyone a second chance and he didn't want the white leader on his back and so he'd give the pair a chance. Just that, one chance. If they wished for his approval, acceptance and for his trust and loyalty they'd have to prove themselves and earn it.

Stepping forward he titled the dagger in his hand so that the blades edge was angled to cut, as he closed the distance between himself and the pain he ran the blade across his palm; the cut itched for a second but the pain was familiar and easily ignored. Dropping his left hand back by his side he could feel the dampness of blood seeping from the wound but cared little; taking his time he made a shallow cut first upon the female's hand and pressed his cut hand again her allowing a moment for the blood to merge before he pulled his hand away and stepped over to the male and repeated the process. Pulling his hand away he stepped back to create space between himself and the others, tilting his head to the side slightly in a way of showing that the ritual was done.

“With that you are now members of Anathema. You'll start of as Zepars; the lowest of the pack and until you raise within our ranks I suggest you remember you're place” he explained to the pair “Many of our members reside within the underground caves known as the howling caverns, where you may claim a chamber for yourselves; this is where you'll find both myself and Naniko if you need myself or the queen for anything” he referred to the white leader as 'queen' which was apparently a nickname that seemed to be sticking, for Naniko was their ice cold Angela and worthy of such a title. “If living underground is not for you, then there's the Thankary Village, located in the souther part of Musquodoboit Valley, although many of the houses there are in grave need of repair. Up to you guys where you live” he shrugged his shoulders to emphasise his point; unlike many packs Anathema wasn't all to strict upon rules, there were only a few things members could do to earn the wrath of the leaders.

With the tightening of claws upon his shoulder he remembered Beyaz, the bird settled comfortable within his blind spot. “Hrmm, guess I better mention the crows as well. For awhile the crows of Anathema will screech at ya; ain't anything personal. They run a form of alert system; create a right ruckus when they see someone they don't recognise, takes them roughly a week before they stop. Although if you hear crows screeching or a crow approaches you and indicates you should follow, then do so; generally tends to me intruder or a threat of sorts” he tried to explain the crows best he could, but explaining wasn't his strong point; the members would grow accustomed to the crow's presence and eventually understand for themselves the role the many crows played.

“They ain't pets, they ain't food so please leave them alone” and with that he had covered everything he could think of. “So where do you plan to stay? I can have a crow direct you to any destination or if Leon's free he can show you around?” he asked the pair.