Was he a little early to this? Maybe. But there was no use in sitting around doing nothing, now, it was about time to put his ass to work. Danny figured that if he could focus on something else, then he wouldn't constantly be laying around mourning the loss of his mother, for good this time. If he said he wasn't inspired by Vayne to go and get his damn earring, he'd be lying, the echo of her cheerful voice suggesting he did the same bounced around in his head for a while, but he never was too sure about it. Not until he realized that this was his home now, and not only did he not want to leave, but he couldn't leave, he had nowhere to go. Not to mention, he would have been really guilty if he left the friends he'd made behind, Vayne and Lumia and Harland...he couldn't have done it.

There was a bit of a problem, going to bother the blacksmiths with an apologetic look, despite the fact they sort of got the idea why here was there, and that problem was Danny discovered real fast that fire made him...uncomfortable. Uncomfortable, yet he was fascinated by the work itself, forging whatever needed to be created for the rest of the crew. Fascinated enough that he watched from a safer distance, rather than just wait patiently like everyone else seemed to do. He wanted to see, that was all. The shaping of the gold into the familiar ring was an arduous task, but the clanging of metal and heat of the workplace kept him focused. This was really it.

He'd been shown the final product gently, it was no secret that Danny was about as skittish as a newborn foal, and when everything was said and done he had some help putting the thing through his ear. And that hurt like a bitch, too, having to bit down on his cheek to keep from flinching too hard. And as fate would have it, as nothing seemed to like him, the poor boy was a bit of a bleeder. Which left him stepping out of the forge with a new gold earring and a bit of cloth pressed to his ear, a bright red circle in the center directly over the new puncture wound. His lip quivered a bit from the ache as he sat down near the little houses some of the pirates called home, a bit of water at the corners of his eyes.

But he did it, he got it. No more minnow Danny, he was in the big big league now.

— Reggan

"No, sir! Just said I, um...bled a little more than they're used to." He would assume that usually these didn't bleed much, if at all. He must've looked ridiculous, stumbling around with this gauze for a practice that had been in place longer than he'd been alive. He offered a small smile to Michael as the thief approached, finding that it was becoming a lot easier to talk to him without feeling as shy. It was like a weight off his shoulders, really. He gave his answer some thought, checking the gauze intermittently to see if the bleeding had stopped, before deciding just to spit it out before he overthought it and said nothing. "I think...I wanna join the Grim Rays." Interesting final answer, given his disposition, but he had his reasons, always had his reasons. He didn't think Michael would, but a part of him prayed that the other didn't question his decision too soon, or laugh it off based on any of the reasons he could imagine. Danny couldn't help but imagine that someone, eventually, would bring up the fact that he didn't seem like he'd belong.

Interrupting his negative spiraling of thoughts was the chipper voice of Vayne, the inspiration for him to shove the gold through his ear to begin with. "Y-Yeah! Beta Danny." Jeez, he probably did not carry himself as smoothly as she had, huh? Ear all covered in dried blood and whatnot, almost cried from the pain, even...almost. He refused. His tail thumped against the ground behind him, displaying his own excitement over the idea of finally reaching Beta status, compensating for the fact the rest of him did not seem as excited as he felt.

— Reggan

As though the mention of his own division summoned the small wildcat, Kian trotted over with his usual jovial grin.  "Well I'm certainly happy to see a new Grim Ray."

For the faerie it had been a choice without hesitation, although he did claim a secondary membership to the Necro Mambas.  Kian had been a soldier for as long as he could remember; acting as a protective younger brother, then a protective father.  It had been three years since joining the Typhoon, and he had made his decision very early -- confident of where he belonged.

"You seem like a pretty brave lad to me," he added, tone serious before he smiled once again; watching as Vayne reach out to hug the young wolf.

"I hope so-" He confessed, trying not to continue thinking on his own insecurities before Vayne got much, much closer and had his much taller form in a hug. He blinked once, twice, just about short-circuiting at the physical touch. He was still getting used to it, for one, but it suddenly occurred to him with a mental jolt that the other Beta was not only small enough for him to throw ( not that he would! ), but she was really, really, really fluffy. Obviously, looking at her could help gather that opinion, but that, and even just leaning against her shoulder those few times, didn't compare to a full on hug. Hopefully no one with such an ability could see into his skull, they'd probably only find the annoying echo of dial-up noise.

Much like Michael, who was stuck in the same boat it seemed, Danny was at least thankful for his dark fur hiding any blushing that could have made his life so much worse in that moment. There was only two options, be more awkward or be a little less awkward. He moved to gently press the side of his face against her shoulder, to at least return the hug without like, suffocating her in his chest. Not to be caught and called out by any of the adults present, however, one of his hears perked up and he teased quietly, with a small mischievous grin, "You're short."

What he [i]also wouldn't do was admit to the sudden influx of nerves when not only Diya, but Roxanne were mentioned in the division. Of course. Not that he had a problem with Diya, he thought her presence was comforting, a kind woman despite often carrying the ursine body that looked as if it could shatter bone. Roxanne, however, intimidated him, the last and only crewmate to do so. Even though eventually she would be close to a third of his size, if he was being generous. Rest assured, it had very little to do with her status as Captain. You know who wasn't so small though? Kalayavan. "I'm sure..." Danny responded meekly, before smacking his tail into the sand below to try and regain his composure and backbone. Surely Roxanne would not take too kindly to the idea of a coward taking any semblance of interest in her daughter.

The arrival of Harland and Kian offered another distraction, and a blessed one at that. He had wondered once or twice if Harland's reactions around the dealer had meant what he initially presumed, once more connecting the similarities between his thought process and Michael's own unknowingly, and the bombay making use of the bobcat's shoulder to lean upon didn't do much for his theory. Of course, he vocalized none of these thoughts, and only twitched an ear in greeting, both mischievous and brief nervous expressions melting back into the common, more softer smile, glad to see the other out and about with no foreheads against trees. "Hi, Harland." He needed no response, only to at least acknowledge the arrival, fully aware and used to the lack of words and long conversation that one could find elsewhere.

Kian, however, was new and he had no thoughts of note just yet on the fae. "There'll be more, I feel." It really was much easier talking to strangers when you were comfortable, and didn't want to look like an idiot in front of people you valued highly. Hearing that he was brave, or seemed to be, was new. Not unwelcome, but certainly new. He had never considered himself brave in his life, and doubted anyone else thought so either. "I will...try to seem so." Danny dug a new mental note deep into his own consciousness, seem brave. Be brave.