ONLY A FOOL WOULD GIVE / joining

[Alastor]

At the call, Alastor's head swiveled to meet Dale's limping figure. The Doberman Pinscher, deciding to drop what he was doing, began to follow closely behind. He sauntered up to the border, stopping besides the leader. Violet hues looked the stranger up and down, analyzing their figure closely. He presumed the figure was an albino coyote, given their striking blue gaze and white fur. Eyes diverted to the bag on the canine's back. Leather, not too big but not too small. What could be within it? He internally questioned the possibilities, rather than outright asking in front of the leader. It seemed his curiosity would have to wait. For now, greetings were in order.

His mauve gaze proceeded to give the fellow canine his upmost attention. "Limbotrials," he repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue with ease. "Welcome to Elysium." Thankfully Dale had already explained the process behind joining, so he wouldn't have to drawl on. The topic was a bore. "It's a pleasure to meet you," the canine continued on. "My name is Alastor." A stern nod followed his words.