Creed watched in silence as Devika was clearly thinking over his proposal. All the pros, the cons, what could happen, what could come from them. He was certain that her mind was racing with thoughts such as those, and he didn’t blame her.

A large stranger invites you to follow him northward to join a mysterious pack? In the eyes of the cautious, it could very well had been a trap. Or worse yet, a ruse to corner and stain their mass with crimson red, and their maws filled with the sweet, bitter taste of iron. Almost anyone’s mind would jump to conclusions. But he wasn’t entirely sure for her.

Creed offered an amused grin as she soon lifted that curious little brow his way. She truly was a inquisitive one, but who could blame her.

Alas sweetheart that’s truthfully about all I know. You’re welcome to turn down the offer entirely, I wouldn’t blame you. Though I’d be quite saddened if I’m honest. He responded, chuckling to himself as he smiled her way. It’s rare I find such a genuine, beautiful soul. He admitted. Before leaning over to whisper. Truth be told..I don’t like most wolves.