Sex: Male“what exactly is that?” It took Vesper quite a bit of self control to stifle the laugh that threatened to erupt from his chest at the way she grew almost fearful of his statement. Guess that's what he gets for being vague. A brow rose slightly in amusement though as the agouti girl took a step back away from him, keeping her body just under his height all the while. This managed to break his self control and a light laugh fell from his lips, a sound not many got to hear. "Why look so fearful, child? I merely have to pass on the pack scent to you and be done. You look like you've seen a ghost or something." Before she could usher a word of complaint from her mouth the agouti patriarch took a couple steps forward until his head hovered above her shoulder. With a quick motion he dipped his head to transfer his scent onto her, officially adorning herself as a Fallen Tree member now. Taking the same amount of steps back as he took forward his golden gaze swept over the new member. She was young and easily a risk to the pack if she held little to no experience in anything, but if need be he would make sure to assign Anthem to give her training where he himself could not. It was now that he wished there were more females in the ranks that he could assign to her instead.
Alas there was only one other female aside from Rift now that called this place home. Samhaine was also freshly admitted to the pack and had a few loose screws to say the least, but Vespertio couldn't afford to turn the scrawny thing away. Besides he found to quite like the way that woman gave up her soul to him without a second thought and offered to do anything he said. The Vuesain man may have a henchman in the making. Coming back to reality in his mind, he stood tall once more as he turned his attention from Rift to the area he had first arrived from. "Allow me to show you to the den and your fellow pack-mates." He spoke in a gentle tone as his dark saddled frame turned effortlessly towards the shrouded pines that hid the central location of the territory, an easy trot set in place to make it easy for the yearling to keep up in this unfamiliar land.
