wing to wing we dance around / joining

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]"How does one make joining fun, Quill?" The idea of sitting a the border and shouting out ones lungs till someone eventually found them was never going to be fun. Especially with the heat bearing down on their backs and the dry air curling their lungs. It was unfortunately inevitable. But perhaps there was some type of way to make joining fun. Crossing the border and causing a ruckus would be one of them. At least in his mind it would be. Shaking his head a little bit the gangly former slave made his way forward and he allowed his eyes to rest upon the male that was looking to join. He's already caught his name considering his sharp senses and even his flirting with the slave, Butch. It was interesting and he wondered how it was that some could do it so easily. He...never could. Not that he would want to but it just wasn't something that came so easily to him. A dry sigh left his muzzle then as he shook his head a little bit and focused on what was happening before him and not the past. It hurt enough to think about the things done to him.

Instead he opt to continue pushing the conversation. "We appreciate your coming, Eugene. I hope you find the Pitt to your liking. Although do be careful when it comes to...fraternizing with the slaves. Some masters wouldn't appreciate it." He couldn't help but point it out. It could prove disastrous for both parties and he wouldn't want to see a slave on a very very short rope. Flicking his tail back and forth slowly the male would straighten himself up and he glanced over to Benny before then looking to Quill, a soft nervousness settling in. "I am Valkyr, one of the temporary leaders here. I can...show you around if you want."