Altair..

That was the stranger's name. It was an interesting name, but how well it might fit was the question. The brute had nodded in acknowledgment when the Delta had spoken, but Desoto gave no movement in return. He was assessing him, even if it didn't seem like so. The brute wanted acceptance, but what exactly could he offer? He seemed strong, perhaps a warrior or a hunter, but he could be wrong about what he might request. He seemed to know how these things went down, so the black brute knew he was from a pack before. But what had stricken him as to what was a bit off was his eye contact. It was rude to look away while in a conversation, but when asking for entry? It was best to respect. Although there were no signs of disrespect or cockiness in his voice, he never looked away from his face. Maybe it wasn't direct eye contact, but it was still something. And it gave the brute a feel that if he had belonged to a pack, he had earned a higher rank. But he could not be sure. What also hit him as unusual was the amount of questions he asked. How long had he been here? Who was the Alpha? The second was heard of, yes, but the first? Why did it matter how long he had been here? Was he planning to move up the ranks? Most likely. Narrowing his eyes Desoto's ear flicked, he should be the one asking the questions. But to comply he answered anyway, his voice a little more gruff with confusion and slight annoyance, but still a calmer tone. "The territory is even more wonderful inside. Maybe you'll be able to see it.. As for how long I have been here; since the beginning of the pack. That is all you need to know." He put emphasis on some words. Although it might be pleasant now, he had no idea who this wolf was, or what his intentions were. And besides, Desoto was not a very sociable wolf anyways. He got his work done, stayed focused, and knew a few members but that was basically it. He did not care for socializing much, and his rude personality often drove others away. "Our Alpha's name is Desmond. And he has lived in the lands of Age, which is what we call the area that consists of all the pack, neutral, and rouge territories, for a long time. Longer than myself. He used to live as a Rouge, but he has been doing a great job at leading us wolves here in Agavos. You can decide what that might mean for you; wether to stay or leave. But if you are leaving, do it now. No use wasting time over empty promises.." He was flashed back to the promises he had made to Erenyx, ones he had broken and left behind. But Agavos was not here then, and it was now his home. The cold hearted pack was a thing of the past, well perhaps the relationships he had made with those in it, and he would not return to it. Shaking the thought from his mind, he chose to speak again. "Since you have summoned me, I shall ask the questions. They are customary after all. What use could you offer to Alpha Desmond's pack, Altair? You don't seem like you grew up as a lone wolf, but rather in a pack. Perhaps gaining a high title even. What is your history? And how can that affect your performance here? Do not lie to me, brute. For I will remember what you say on this day. And how it all plays out in the future might determine where you stand among us." His tail swished as he waited for the newcomer's answer. Wether or not he will be accepted here rested on this very moment. Agaves was a new pack, but it was growing quickly. They needed strong members, and since a wolf had died on the hunt, they were down one for good. The other Omega.. Emily he believed, was seemingly in a coma. And if or when she will wake up was unknown. And due to that, the brute standing a few feet from him, who seemed to be relaxed, might be needed here. And then, if he was worth the talk, he would see the beauty of Agavos, in more depth than what could be seen from the outside.

The possible member took a few moments to reply. Thinking over what the Delta had asked and how he would answer, and from his words, he seemed he would be telling the truth. Before he started his story and offering, Desoto nodded his head once. 'Good move, now let us see what happened in your lifespan..' His expression gave nothing away as he stared along blankly. The start to his past was good, he was an alpha by blood. That would mean he would likely become or be dominant. But perhaps he knew his place. Plenty of wolves were born to Alpha pairs, some leaving and joining other lands. It was part of it, the brute supposed, not everyone can stay where they hail from. He surely hadn't, twice; his birth place and Erenyx. And for a moment, it seemed as if Altair was in similar. But as he went on explaining he learned of the deaths of his family members. First his younger brother, whom the brute named as Crowley, and then his mother. After the death of his brother he trained hard, working towards a higher rank and was supposed to be the next Beta. But as he became the favored child, his other sibling grew angry. And in that event, the brother killed his mother. Setting the blame on Altair without a thought, because it was he whom had found her. The pack placed the blame on him too, and for that he was exiled.

Desoto's eyes narrowed and his tail flicked. So he was a supposed murderer? But from what he had said he was innocent in the act. Raising his head, the Delta cocked it to the side a tad. A look of thought in his narrowed eyes, 'That doesn't explain why he was exiled though..' But before he could think anymore, the male got back to explaining. So his father was locked in a state of grief, and Altair's loyalty to the pack was being questioned. Unable to continue more, their father had stepped down, handing the title of Alpha to the actual killer, who then exiled his own brother, most likely out of jealousy. He lived the life as a loner up until now, wandering about. Everything was understood in his words. And the brute surely did not seem to be lying to him. As for what he could offer the pack that the golden eyed brute called home was his strength, loyalty, trust. His wish was to start over, become a true pack wolf again. It seemed like a reasonable reason. And his offers seemed generous enough. The only thing that Desoto was unsure of was his history. What if he had been the killer? He would be letting someone like that into Agavos. But he supposed that he would have to wait and see.

He stayed silent for a few moments, mulling over what had been said. He had made his decision. There was just one final step. "Where you could have lied, you seem to have chosen not to. Your actions while telling your story have made me believe and trust that is what truly happened. If so, you are nothing but a victim. An innocent bystander that was framed for a crime that he did not commit. I understand your history, and hold being a lone wolf nothing against you. I was one as well, after I left home. And many are as well. As for what you can offer us, they are generous and shall be accepted. But only if you can promise me a few things. Will you, Altair, lend Agavos your mind and body when needed? Will you accept and follow our laws and customs? Will you give us your loyalty and service? If so, I, along with the pack, will reward you with our own loyalty, strength, and trust, as well as a place among us. If you can, Warrior Altair is what you will be known as from this day forward."

It was a lot for the brute to express, his past had haunted him for quite some time, and it would never fully go away. Some wolves he had met through his travels made it seem like he could switch it on and off, which was a gullible thing to say. As he explained his past to the male, he could see that he was analyzing each word. Once he got to the part about his mother, he knew that he had hit a bit of turbulence with his explanation. He could see Desoto’s eyes narrow as he spoke, but after explaining it all he seemed to be less worried than he was before. Altair wondered what the male was thinking, what possibly went through his mind as his story was put out into the air, and revealed. It felt weird having his past out and in the open air, like a black cloud hanging over the two wolves. This was the moment of truth, would he be accepted or told to leave? There was a slight fear in his heart but he wasn’t as worried as he originally thought he would be. He had been hurt and in pain before, this would be just another tragedy to add to the list. He knew that Desoto would be taking a risk letting him into the pack, he had to consider if he really did hurt his mother or not. Altair did not, but he could only hope that Desoto believed him. He drew in a breath after finishing all his talking and let his emotions calm. Desoto was only silent for a few moments before he began to speak. There was something like relief going through Altair as he heard Desoto believe his history, and it made him feel a joy that he hadn’t felt in a long time. When he asked if he could promise only a few things, it was an easy task. Of course he would promise, he wouldn’t just promise he would swear. He didn’t need any choice to leave, if this was where he could make sanctuary then he would take it. “I will lend my body and mind when needed to Agavos. I will accept your laws and customs, I will give Agavos my loyalty and service. I will what the pack expects and asks of me when it is needed.” He said and dipped his head, before looking at Desoto with his light silver blue eyes, feeling a great heaviness lifted from his body.

[Sorry for the shortness~]

For once that entire time in their exchange, a small awkward smile etched its way onto Desoto's features. He wasn't sure how he should feel about Altair. Perhaps he could get to know him better in the future. But one thing was for certain, he would enjoy watching the newbie as he adjusted to their pack. He wouldn't stalk him, no, but keep an eye on him. He was not completely sure wether or not lies had been told, but it was almost, if not completely sure there wasn't. As the stranger finished speaking his words, pledging to give Agavos his loyalty and service, the midnight pelted brute dipped his head in mutual respect for the new member. He took a step back, a gesture that spoke that he may cross the border and into his homelands. "Then welcome home, Warrior Altair of Agavos." He turned then, his tail moving on its own with the motion of his chest and torso. He took a few steps towards the trees, heading inward into the territory. Turning his head over his shoulder he called back to Altair, "If you'd like, you can follow me to the camp clearing and get yourself situated. If not, you may go ahead and explore the lands I can see you want to know of. I only wish you luck of finding your way to the camp, and to your new life here with us." Turning his head back around he kept walking forward. It was up to the other brute to follow him or not. To Desoto it didn't matter either way, he would be alone soon enough anyways.