His attention shifted to the Alphess as she approached. As much as he wanted to scoff at the display of dominance, he figured as an Alpha she had the right to approach strangers at her borders in anyway she chose fit. Had be been anything less than curious about joining her pack, her show of power might have made him think twice about causing trouble. In the growing night, he studied her in a different way than he had when she had first offered food. Upon their first meeting, he had dismissed her fairly quickly as a simple meal ticket and an annoying voice in his ear while he ate. His questions were still unanswered, at least by her, but he had found them himself. Now when he stood before her, they were on an entirely different ground. They could be mutually useful to each other, bribery unneeded. Her words though, were as unrefined as ever.
Avtandil’s brow rose and he smirked at her. You would think, if a wolf could not fend for themselves, or find a way to feed themselves, they would be of little use to a pack. Hunting was not necessarily everyone’s forte, but there were other ways to obtain food as well. No. But I did come to ask to be a part of your pack. I have skills enough to be of use and family loyalty to members of Iromar. He knew the two packs were allies, but he did not know Aster was fallen Empress’ daughter. The statement merely explained why he had chosen Asteraia as opposed to another pack. I am a warrior by birth, and am willing to prove the skills I learned through life. I would be your man, Aster of Asteraia. The word ‘Empress’ she had used to introduce herself when they had first met was completely dropped. He was sure he would not have been able to say the egotistical title without his voice being as disrespectfully mocking as his thoughts were towards it. One thing he had not inherited from the rest of his family: speaking without thinking.