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Rusty tilted his head 'Off it' the omega said... What did that even mean? Oh well, bygones and all - he wasn't worried about what his sister's temperament was like, just as long as she could provide like everyone else in the pack did "Even if she doesn't officially join up with us - we'll still protect her. That is, if you join us." Well that sounded oddly cryptic and rather cult-like, but the words were out there and the Omega seemed reluctant to speak about his sister much more so Rusty allowed the topic to drop.

"Only pack on this side of the river, anyhow. We're the largest one, even after the fires... Everyone was cut down in size after that. Most either went rogue or joined other packs simply for the structure, and eventually they all just started merging with Crimson's." Rusty once again shrugged his broad wolf-shoulders and sighed. "Only ones you really got to look out for are the rogue pack up north a lil' ways. They were the followers of the old leader of The Crimson Pack, and wouldn't change ways when the new leader came about."

Rusty, of course, was talking about himself, but the young Omega didn't know that - at least not yet. He wondered if giving away his name would be the indicator to Thatcher that he was in fact speaking to the Pack Leader of the Crimson Pack. It wasn't a far cry from possible - he was rather 'famous' in a sense, even to wolves who knew nothing about the pack. "Name's Rusty..." he looked up at Thatcher curiously "Rusty Jackson... Or, most people just call me RJ - Rusty is for when I get into trouble... which is often."