HALLELUJAH — JOINING

[WOLF!]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]He'd gone silent as soon as the man had appeared. Wolf wasn't exactly one for negotiation (or socializing), he preferred to let Fox do the talking. Things just got messy when Wolf was involved in tricky situations. The man's callous attitude was annoying as fuck, but hey, Wolf wasn't much better. He kept his expression neutral as Fox and the man spoke, trying to decide if this was worth anything to them in the long run. A group was great, sure, but what was the cost? What would they know here? What did they value? Wolf wasn't really anxious to go tromping around with a cult.

But, Wolf wasn't one to speak much. Fox certainly knew what she was doing, and Wolf found no reason to argue with her. "Sure." Wolf said, reaching with an arm to make sure Bubonic was still on his shoulder. The rat seemed fairly content here. So, they were all in agreement then - staying here was better than starving to death in the woods. And hey, if they needed to, they could cut a quick exit with some extra supplies in tow.

The man's question made Wolf think. His family had traveled with Fox's, so that technically made them a group... but he doubted that was what Caustic meant. "Nah." Was his eloquently-worded response. Why lie about that?