She took the paw without question, reaching beneath it to make a quick and nearly effortless cut on his pawpad. She pricked her own finger with the sharp point of her dagger then, pressing the two cuts together. Naniko had performed this ceremony with nearly every member of the pack, excluding those who were already blood-related to another member. He was a stranger with no blood ties as far as she knew.
"We find value in each canine here...we'll find some use for you. You made it here, so you must be at least a decent scout and hunter. You showed respect by not crossing into our lands without permission. Here any canine may do whatever task suits them...if you'd like to become a cook or crafstman then we will not stop you. For now we'll accept you as a Zepar, the basic rank, until you've healed and proven yourself capable." The green-eyed Angela said. "Welcome to Anathema."
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