Faolan looked at the two. "I am Faolan. I come seeking a new pack. My old family were brutally killed by hunters." He said with a sigh at the horrible memory, helicopters flying low, and shooting every wolf they saw, with come on the ground, and coming up to stab and shoot the others. If Faolan hadn't ran at the first chance he had, he would be dead. He shook his pelt, and the handsome, muscled brute raised his head. "I would like to join your pack, if you would allow me to, of course." He said, his olive green eyes shining. Faolan was very muscled, and almost solid, with hardly and fat at all. He was quite large, sort of huge. He was definitely strong, and a very excellent fighter. His ears were pressed forward, his tail down, and wagging politely. He looked beside him at the fae, who had come after him. He took a step away cautiously, though the she-wolf didn't look harmful, he didn't want to take any chances.