Skye's suspicions were slightly abated as the man tucked his tail underneath his belly and lowered his ears as signs of submission; although she was not overly strict in submission and dominance, she appreciated it when she saw it.
He looked rough, with his ripped shirt, but his fur was glossy and showed no signs of neglect. Not that it would matter much to Skye in any case - aesthetics were second to functionality, she thought. "Well met, Leviothan," she said, a slight warmness in her voice - although she did not entirely trust any new member that came across her border, she never showed it.
Her eyes wandered to a sword by the man - it seemed to have been carved, with intricate details on the hilt of it. Good craftsmanship - not many would have been able to make something so intricate. "A bit of an artist, I see?" she asked lightly. "Our pack was founded on art - this skill of yours will prove useful. What other skills can you offer to my pack?" She relaxed her position somewhat after speaking, indicating that it was alright for the man to stand.
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