Into the Fire (J)

[Soran Aatte]

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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> You're welcome pushitinThe male impressed Soran already, by dropping his head as a sign of submission. The obsidian fae was not one for grand formal greetings as a general rule, she supposed that was because she had always seen the pack as a family, they were all friends and although rank mattered it was not the be all and end all of their existance here. But this snowy male did not know that, and Soran was pleased that he greeted her with respect, regardless of knowing who she was. The dark female tipped her head for a moment in acknowledgement of his polite greeting, before raising her head once again and viewing him with a smile. Once he had sat down the grandmother decided that it was safe for her to do as well, he seemed warm and friendly enough, she doubted that she would have to drag him out of the lands by the scruff of his neck, and the way that he had sat down suggested that he was not here to make trouble at all. And so Soran sat down as well, sitting more neatly than he did though, her front paws crossed over, her right foreleg over her left, hiding the old scar on her left leg. Velvet ears shifted over her dark skull as the male spoke, twisting to catch the sound of his voice. So he was not lost? Ahhh, he had come here seeking a place to live, well that was fair enough, Crimson Dreams was a fine pack, the best in Soran's eyes, and she was always glad to see a newcomer wanting to come and boost their numbers further. pushitinThe male spoke again and introduced himself, Legion, a name that she had not encountered upon a wolf before, though the word was one that she recognised, she was sure she had read in one of her many books back in the Manor. So this Legion wanted to join the pack, well that was marvellous, though she knew now that even if she asked him questions it was not up to her to chose whether or not he was allowed to stay, it was a shame, the lady remembered the old Bleeding Souls lands, where she had been a Gamma wolf and would have been able to question Legion all that she wanted and then accept him without having to call for anyone else. Not that the dark lady minded her current rank, she had been away for a great deal of time before she joined the pack and she had not expected to be given any special treatment, plus she felt she slotted in nicely to the ranks just where she was. The only time that she missed being a very high ranking wolf was when it came to moments like this, when she was faced with a newcomer. "It is very nice to meet you Legion. My name is Soran Aatte and I am a Sergeant around these parts.” The lady replied warmly, this male seemed most pleasant, and she was happy to talk to him, quiz him a little before she called for her Master Sergeant or one of the leaders. "So you want to join Crimson Dreams do you? Oh that's the name of the pack." The lady added the last part in an explanitory tone, realising that simply dropping a name might not always help a newcomer work out where they were. "So what do you feel you can offer our pack? Do you have any skills that could be of use to us Legion?" The lady asked, still smiling warmly.

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