american boy - joining

[Anubis.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]The youth's frown did not disappear, but muscles began to loosen as the male backed away.  He let out a soft puff of air, remaining tall. Lightly, his brows creased.  Hungry.  Still arrogant though.  "Clearly you've never met a cult," Anubis replied dryly, unimpressed.  Cults were not his thing.  Arrogant though; just his kind of people.

"You shouldn't drink the water around here," he flicked an ear, brow rising.  "Good way to get very sick."  The mutated prey running about Tanglewood's lands were a testament to that fact.  The two-headed turkeys for one... Not the strangest thing he'd seen, but still uncomfortable to look at.  "There's cleaner waters elsewhere," though he felt loath to invite them to the wolf.

"We're a tribe, like a pack but if you can't appreciate a little diversity, you don't belong here." And clearly, you don't.  There were no two quite alike here, and he enjoyed that.  Unique creatures.  You're the stupid one from where I'm standing, wolf.  "If you can though, and you're actually interested in being a productive member, you could stick around.  There's shelter and food here, and water if you know where to and not to drink it."