Ah, that. A name is the official title of what to call someone personally, but I confess, Lamb was not given to me at birth. It is my preferred calling, that is all.

He hesitated a moment, almost saying it is what my mother called me behind the scathing elders' backs... but he held himself steady, there was no reason to release more information than necessary, he was joining a pack, not selling his soul after all. Lamb shifted himself to a sitting position, not raising his head at all as he looked up to the golden wolf in front of him, he wondered momentarily if there would be a task given to him, or if this pack, like many others, was in desperate need of civilians. The answer came quickly, Lamb perked his ears as Pan spoke again, the cold calculation hardly lifted from his voice. So analytical, Lamb found himself appreciating the lad more than scorning him silently for the passive rudeness...well maybe it wasn't rudeness, perhaps this wolf was the most sincere Lamb had ever met, and that is why he liked him. Yes, Lamb admitted it, he actually liked this individual, which was rare for him as the reason he remained alone was due to the general detest of group mentality, but he had a feeling the members of this pack, if they were anything like this one, were intelligent and capable of thinking for themselves, just like himself.

I confess it wasn't a very thorough experiment, if one at all, merely idle curiosity...which got the better of me, eagerness isn't something I'm used to. As for my skills I have lived on my own for more than ten years, I'm capable of tracking, hunting, and surviving.

Lamb said, a clear tone to his voice, one that would ring very confidently, but that was not all he had to say to Pan-

I am a patient person, Hand of the Queen, I can wait out a storm and drain the water, I have pandered myself among many lands and I have learned much of life and reason, I'm fairly strong and I've worked for everything that is mine, and I've survived. I come from a place that is very unlike this one, although I'm sure that's not a new comment, all gypsies seem to think they're special in the means of their survivability, but many have chosen to isolate themselves because they cannot handle confrontation. I've seen to the safety of me and those who could not protect themselves, but not with fighting, more with words. I am a poet, I am a diplomat, I can be anything required of patience. I can offer wisdom and I can teach the young about the world outside this very interesting place. I've considered myself my own historian for many years, and to be honest, keeping to myself is doing no good.

Lamb ended his statement with a bleak look, a tired stare wanting Pan to understand that there was more there than words, because Lamb knew, words only held their weight with a proper personality, he knew that he could be considered a fraud just like that having given the wrong appearance or glance, but his words were wrought with the personality of someone whom had more to share than to experience, he knew he wasn't the wisest, most cunning or even most desirable wolf of the land, of this world, but he knew his worth was whatever he put in stock.