Bleeds Well nods along to Emily's explanation, quietly sipping his beer; until she poses THE question. "You know me, Em. I'm game, and it sounds like from the introductions we've got the bases all well and covered. For the newcomers, I'm Ralunim, that's the lodge of the Fury Choir. If we decide to form a pack, I'll be teaching everyone how to fight as a cohesive pack. Use tactics to take down the big game, and how to rely on one another in a scrap with our wayward cousins."
The Rahu, lapses back into silence listening to Tristan, chuckling at the marvel reference. "It's been too many months since I wandered the city, but back when coyotes were creeping in more and more, chasing what they could scavenge. I'd leave them gifts from time to time, their presence helps mask ours, but don't know if that's still the case, I'll have to do some scouting. With the map Granny had on display, it's safe to assume the city has changed a lot since I live here last, I suppose I can't take anything for granted," Bleeds Wells eyes go distant with memory for a moment.
His looks deep into his beer bottle, brightening when Scrapper speaks of being a maker. "Well Scrapper, I know you said you have your own business and all, but if you need to do some old fashioned fabricating, I've gotta whole forge set up out back here. Emily and I even used it to make a fetish weapon for H..." his voice trails as memory chokes the words from his throat. *Ahem* "You get the idea."
The brooding expression settles like a mask over Bleeds Well face for a time. Nodding along as the Elizabeth discusses her visions, saluting her admission of difficult moments. "I'm sure we've all struggled at times to translate what Mother and Father need from us in the moment." He remains stoic until the Cahalith suggests Emily joins the Chamber of Commerce. A spit take sends suds down the front of Bleeds Wells shirt and into his arm as he tries to cover the laugh, but he says not a word.
"I've been a survivalist for most my life Cyan, I can show you the good fishing spots nearby..." and the best dumpsters to forage from.
Bleeds Well leans forward, letting gravity assist him standing upright from the bench. "Well if it's a pack we chose to form, let's make it official with a sacred hunt, we'll have mark our territory, find the spirit, and cut a deal in order to conduct the ritual." his eyes search to find Emily's and his eyebrows raise. Let's see what they can do.