Set a day-ish after this, after they've travelled back from the Dire to Larkcall. Jaq, let me know if you want anything changed, I've gone off the assumption that Lorcan was as polite and easy-going throughout the journey as he was in our thread, so have written some of Craw's opinions of him based upon that :)
The loner's agreeable nature had not diminished during the journey, something which Craw had kept a keen eye out for. It had been quite some time since he had last enjoyed the role of recruiter, for he didn't entirely count the foray within Willow Ridge. The last wolf he had enrolled was @Wraith, which was a decision which regularly pleased him, and he hoped that his judgement would hold true for Lorcan as well. Wraith was a lot more than just some enlisted packmate by now, of course - Craw hoped that their union would prove lasting and unshakable. Just knowing that his Second was with Whitestone gave the spider confidence, one which he didn't yet feel about the others. They were all the best of the Ridge, no doubt, but none held Craw's faith like his dark-pelted friend.
It was time for Whitestone to stop just being a haven for escapees of the corpse of Willow Ridge, and to grow in its own right. @Celandine was a good start, but even she had had ties to the last pack, however meagre. Lorcan was fresh blood. Delicious.
The company was easy, with the younger man's naturally submissive and respectful manner pressing all of Craw's buttons. At some point, he decided that even if the man's knowledge was lacking, he might admit him anyway; they needed an injection of a wolf who knew their place and could slip into that role so effortlessly. While Craw enjoyed the fiery natures of @Isuni and Celandine, and appreciated @Greer's increased efficiency when left to his own devices, he was wary of re-creating the clashing pit of personalities of the Ridge. Obedience was incredibly important, and it would be tiresome to have to teach it to every other packmate.
Respectful and skilled and healthy (assuming his honesty), Lorcan was an appealing prospect indeed.
For his part, Craw shared high-level details of the pack with his companion, telling him of the others who lived there, the rough history with the Ridge and how they had split off from the failing pack, and the terrain. The latter of which became more obvious as they reached ground level and passed through the trees back into the tundra, and Craw explained that it stretched out for many, many miles in most directions, and what that meant for the kind of hunting and rival predators one could expect. Once he spotted Whitestone's familiar profile rising in the distance, he pointed it out, and was able to finally say 'there, that's what a monadnock is', and enjoy witnessing someone appreciate it for the first time.
If Lorcan didn't work out, Craw had decided it was best for news to start spreading of their existence, and sharing a little information with a loner who would just keep wandering was an effective way of doing just that.
As they approached, now with the large rising plateau rapidly approaching and less than two hundred yards away, Craw slowed briefly just to tip up his muzzle and announce his return to the pack, including a message to Morganna to come and see what he found. Even if nobody else arrived save for his mate, it would be important that Lorcan integrate himself quickly. Craw had despised the elusiveness of the willows, how wolves were accepted and vanished with barely any public acknowledgement. Whitestone had been relatively small and close-knit for a while, and now was time for them to grow, but in the proper way.
Now that they were within his domain, Craw's tail had crept up to curl comfortably over his back, and when he turned to Lorcan it was with a smile and a gentle move to grab his muzzle briefly, a small gesture of his own acceptance, which, while an authoritative action, was done in a warm manner. Now that they were so close, the test was imminent. "You remember what I told you?"