WHERE IS YOUR RIDER? [JOINING]

[deersong]

[size=11pt]Deersong is not a vengeful dog. If anything, he is a bit of a pushover--he knows he should have stood up for himself long ago, that there is some fault in calling his mistreatment tradition, but ... there isn't much he could have done, not all by himself. Resistance would have been just as futile as taking it laying down. Leaving was the best choice he could have made. He considers it his first and last favor to the Mountain Folk.

[color=#67c0e6]"... I still have a hard time believing joining you is free of cost," he insists. [color=#67c0e6]"There must be something I have to do, yes?"

He is a bit put off, both by the brutal honesty of Redvox and Argus about their home. It's refreshing that they do not blatantly disregard their flaws while still holding their clan in (somewhat) high regard. He is enticed by the thought of finally having a community--a family of his own. Acceptance is much more appealing than death, he thinks, now that he knows he's not alone in the world.

A sudden rush of excitement washes over him. Deersong's ears perk up and his tail wags hard. [color=#67c0e6]"Even so, I should like to join your ranks." He isn't quite sure what he's getting into, really--for all he knows, he just plunged himself face-first into hell on earth. From the sound of it, that very well may be what he gets.