Aindreas could tell that the pack he was about to take over was unhappy about the change that he would be bringing. But most of their faces showed that they were more concerned and upset that his father was leaving them than the fact that he was taking over. At least that was something - they didn't hate him already... and then came the first act of kindness that another showed him. Chenzii - one of the members that he had previously known, came to him and rubbed against him, whether in affection or thanks he did not know. It was nearly enough to make him cry out, both because of how sweet her heart was and because the physical contact nearly burned him. He had grown up alone for near-on ninety-five percent of his pup and teenager years. He had never known affection aside from the brief few days that he had lived with Casey as his foster mother. And it had resulted in this - that he had diminished social skills, and no ability to stand physical contact. It burned him, like fire or electricity... but he took it without grimacing or showing any discomfort aside from maybe tensing up slightly. But what hurt perhaps worse was the onslaught of memories of Stormy - her touch had not burned him. Instead, it had been warm, pleasurable... and it made him miss her all the more. Aindreas smiled at the femme as she retreated and then bowed to him and the ivoro shook his head. "Chenzii, my friend, there is no need for such things. You have been here longer than any of us now." Briefly, his arctics swiveled back to look at Kalgalath's and Sebring's retreating form. Theirs had been a different life, and a different time. And while he had no desire to rule, he would have to anyway. "After you have all shown your loyalty, there will be no needing for bowing. I have known Chenzii for years now and know her heart. I want to develop relationships like this with each and every one of you. I want to trust you. But I can't - not until you reveal your true self."

A soft female voice rose above the deadening silence - a female he did not know (Rift) but that that promised to stay in the pack even after Kalgalath's departure. "Thank you for staying, miss. What is your name? As I have said, my name is Aindreas." His attention then turned to the other pure white varg in the midst. 'Are you okay? I can tend to any injuries you have. I will stay with this pack despite my mother leaving, I can take over for her. I can.' Aindreas shared his smile with her and shook his head. "I do have injuries, but I am okay, Khaleesi. I know you can take over for your mother - I remember how you did a fantastic job with both myself and the little bird of a fae I brought back here. I believe in your abilities Khaleesi - you should too." Aindreas peered about, drips of blood falling off of him and forming pools on the ground. It was an odd sight - a smiling varg covered in blood, but that was what he was, who he was, where he stood.

"I have no den, but you can always find me by calling for me. I want to be here for you all. But it has to go both ways. For a pack to work well, it has to be like a family, full of trust and respect. That is what I want for us - to grow, to be strong, to work together." He coughed and swallowed as his voice began to grow dry and raspy. It was not often that he spoke, especially not this much. And his vocals were fighting against him. They were relieved when he fell silent, and Aindreas said no more. His arctics swirled to set upon each and every wolf that remained. Waiting for them to say something, ask anything.

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