[Sam260]

RJ wiggled his back-end happily, large bushy red tail wagging high in the air - he looked so pup-like, but full-grown that it was strange. He definitely had pup-like tendencies and it was plain to see in the way he just wanted to roll around the grass. RJ was back on his back again, wiggling and scratching the places he couldn't reach with paw.

"Don't be afraid of the rest of the pack... They can't smell you, nor do they know you're even here - yet." RJ said, trying to comfort the small Omega "They also aren't mean, unless truly provoked... I-... The pack does not tolerate violence unless strictly warranted." RJ almost slipped, almost told this Omega who he was in conjunction to the Crimson Pack; it would not do for him to let this small Omega know that he was the Pack Master, not yet anyway.

"Are there any members of your old pack left?" he asked, head tilted to the side and eyes squinted slightly to keep the harsh glare of the sunlight out of them - it was a futile point, but still he did it. "This pack is always open to new comers, old and young... Maybe you could send word to them?"

RJ licked his chops with a long pink tongue, glancing around the area before refocusing on the Omega "I can always deliver your message. The... Pack Master... He's a little different I guess you could say." RJ wanted to chuckle, because he really was different; laying here on his back and talking to this Omega like it was completely natural and normal "He's likely to be off running in the woods right now, doing his own thing... He's kind of a loner inside of his own pack..."

Hints were dropping left and right, about who this pack master really was. If intelligence was any man's strong suit, it would become fairly obvious about who he was.