<b>"I used to be on patrols. I'm more of a chaser when it comes to hunts, and I'm not the strongest fighter, but I am fast and I have good endurance... If my old pack needed a scout I was often sent ahead, and I'm used to being crawled over and gnawed on by pups..."</b> he trailed off. Remembering his old life hurt a little. <b>"There were too many wolves, I had to leave, for everyones benefit..."</b> he explained quietly. He took a moment to get his emotions under control, shifting uncomfortably until he settled down.
<b>"It's the time of year for pups,"</b> stated frankly, hoping he wasn't coming across as rude or insubordinate. At another time in another place he and the rest of his family would be over the moon, playing and celebrating, awaiting the newest arrivals to their pack, but now he had no pack and it made him melancholy. <b>"and the more wolves a pack has, the better their chances are... and I imagine any extra wolves to mark the border and keep an eye on things out here wouldn't go amiss, it would mean you could spend more time with your mate, and less time out here keeping an eye out for intruders..."</b> he finished with a slightly cheeky glint in his eyes before reigning himself back in to a more respectful stance. This was a serious situation, and no time for clowning around like a stoat in spring.
He remembered the stories he had heard of his grandparents first litter, the one that his father was born in. One of the pups had died within days of being born and his aunt, the only female in the litter hadn't made her first year. He never wanted to see a pup die unnecessarily.
He looked to Wille, attempting to mask his concern and spoke to the tawny male quietly, almost begging on the pale wolfs behalf, <b>"She's never been in a pack before... no wolf should be without a pack."</b>
He felt he had said too much but looked to the smaller female with an encouraging smile. He knew she had plenty to offer, she was a survivor raised by lone wolves, and now it was her turn to state her case.