If he wasn't so riddled with apprehension and a healthy dose of stress, he would've blushed at the way Raisa described him. He certainly wouldn't have described himself so impressively, nor would he have ever thought about comparing himself to her, someone whose skill no doubt surpassed his own. Bogart reasoned this was for the best, because Wardruna seemed awfully receptive to him as a result.

Pink, you say?

"And stubborn, why, the winds were somethin' awful and the fire didn't ever stop," he said, then looked down at Raisa. "Ain't ever seen nothin' like it."

It intrigued him, though. If this fire was common knowledge, an apparent normalcy, what else was?

He didn't have too much time to consider this.

Despite the manner in which his ears naturally flopped and hung about, it only went to make them all the more animated when they perked just enough to emphasize his.... Well, not surprise, Raisa had given him the inclination to believe Wardruna was amiable, all the more so to potential new blood to the pack, but he hadn't expected to be so quickly received. It took him a moment or two to gather the way he wished to respond. Humans didn't wait for any pledge or acceptance of his services, they simply rewarded him accordingly and he returned their goodwill with his own, but he eventually found a smile and said, "It'll be an honor servin' Northfall," with the most eager of nods. "Whatever's needed of me, I'll deliver."

And then, with very little concern for sounding a bit silly, gently nudged Raisa's shoulder, still hoping to impress her despite the fact she very clearly heard exactly what he did. "Medic. Now ain't that somethin'? Sounds pretty professional."