The first shy words the stranger spoke--so similar to what Danger had said when he'd first arrived at Bright Moon--made Danger immediately relax. Ah, so this other gentleman was just as lost and worried as Danger had once been. They were kindred spirits . . . or close enough. Wolves instinctively felt calmer around lupines that appeared as weak or weaker than themselves, since timid curs rarely posed a serious threat; therefore the midnight marquis saw no reason to feel uneasy. Besides, Lord Darcia probably wouldn't appreciate one of his underlings being an asshole to a potential recruit. This pack needed all the soldiers it could get. "Hey, no worries," Danger replied with typical stoic serenity. He tended to come off as a very aloof, cool character, but in reality the dark dog was as awkward as they come. Years of retreating into himself had led to a personality kept under layers of false apathy. "What do you need to know?"

He perked his large ears forward, ready to listen--not that he hadn't already been listening quite intently. As an afterthought, Danger cast his useless gaze toward what he assumed was the ground; he obviously had no concept of why others found his deformed china-blue eyes so disturbing, only that they did, and it was better to avert his stare in case they thought he was creeping. How many females had mercilessly taunted him for those accursed bisected lanterns? Oh, they'd teased him about his unkempt fur and the way he walked and plenty of other things, too, but their cruel words always curved around to stab at his ugly eyes. Eek! Stop LOOKING AT ME! It did not matter how many times Danger mumbled "I'm not!" They still shrieked with laughter and disgust before kicking dirt in his face. Thankfully this stranger was a male. Males usually ignored Danger, as the shadowy brute failed to hold a candle to them when it came to suitable mate status.

While his thoughts briefly wandered into that painful territory, it occurred to Danger that Darcia might appreciate a subaltern that gathered information from newcomers so he wouldn't have to do as much digging himself. Yeah--that was a smart pack-wolf thing to do, right? Danger had to ensure this other guy knew about proper manners and all that stuff. "By the way, what's your name? I am Danger." Belatedly, the stormy soldier realized how that must sound to the unknown knight. Most likely pompous as hell. He might as well have said "I AM DEATH" or "I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE." Oh well. Nothing Danger could do about his own title.