An order with no King, but a purpose served by election and personal prowess? He could tolerate such a thing. He listens, rather intently. She says she's fond of stories, of course, and he notes that for later. He would not burden her with such knowledge now. He walks beside her, not limping on his paw despite the pain. Pain is such a meaningless thing, frankly, that he doesn't even notice it most of the time.

Seems not all of the lessons have left his body.

"I will gladly tell you of my world some other day," he says with certainty. "If your Pillars see fit to have me, at least. I cannot say my military knowledge will transfer to a wolf's body, but certainly some tactics will hold." And any land would need someone strong to protect them. He supposes he could be that person, even in a body this weak. Worst comes to worst, he would find them a den of heretics and need to take steps accordingly. But he is not getting that vibe from them.

Not yet, at least.

"You mention earning the right." There's no disdain in his voice-- if anything, understanding? "I assume the means of earning that right requires service to the Pillars?"