In a single word response, Chan confirmed that the skins could be used for some of the purposes Jet had asked about. A part of him was ever so slightly disappointed that his ideas weren’t some kind of new innovation, but at least it proved he’d been on the right track. The dark one offered a curt nod and afforded himself a wry smile at that, anyway, excited to learn the skill for himself. The more knowledge he had, the better.
The Cove Alpha stood and afforded himself a moment for a luxurious stretch before moving on to address the second topic.
As far as he was concerned, Chan said, if Jet wanted to be here, that would be that. Such a declaration fit everything Jethro had seen thus far, but the sense of surprise remained.
”I see. Guess that’s what I have to decide.” Jethro murmured, brow furrowing in thought.
Remaining here sounded appealing, more so than it would've mere months ago, for a plethora of reasons. The desire to remain was stronger than before, but hesitation refused to dissipate. Jethro felt undeserving of such kindness, like a derelict trying to convince himself he could fit in.
The other spoke up again though, offering another bit of useful insight and one particular observation that Jethro was pretty sure he agreed with. Jet hadn’t had much experience with packs and was content to defer to the other’s judgment. If he had seen packs run in a variety of different ways, the dark one was inclined to accept that as
probable truth.
”Makes sense. Forcin’ anything on anyone will just eventually cause conflict, somewhere. Live and let live,” he spoke with a small shrug. Some kind of structure was likely a necessity in a pack. But something like this - Jet thought - was far better than what he’d once known.
He wouldn’t have had any problems letting folks like those at his birthplace die or be killed. But here, for someone like Chan? Jethro was pretty sure he’d be willing to risk injury or death to protect someone like that. Maybe that could be his purpose. Like Nash, if he stayed, he could be a guardian.