Wolf was saved from embarrassment as the other squad members introduced themselves beyond the confined of martial importance. His faltering would surely not go unnoticed, but for the moment, no one said anything, and he was able to focus on what the others had to say. An interesting lot he had been thrown in with, for sure. The Colonel had some interesting ideas…

Sasha’s comment about “clubbing nonsense” cause a little bit of indignation – Wolf personally enjoyed raves and the like, and the music and dancing that were associated. The dancing especially – while not professional in the least, it was an excellent opportunity to let loose with all the freerunning finesse he could muster. Mixed with the rhythm of the beat, that awesome, heavy pounding, and the dancing and the swirling of the lights, pulsing with the music…

He shook himself back into reality. He suspected the only rhythmic beat he’d get for a while was the thumping of mortar fire and cannon shells. Not that that was any less enjoyable necessarily. Wolf caught the glance Richard gave him at Sasha’s invitation to perform, and returned just the slightest of winks. There would surely be fun to follow.

Thessalia was…well, to the point. She was a reader. A heavy reader. Wolf reminded himself to not try too hard to be friends with her – as with any relationship between the bookish and the athletic, it would either happen, or it wouldn’t. That had been his experience anyway. He turned his attention to the quietest of mice in the corner, straining to hear what the poor boy was saying...

“[b]Cadets![/B]”

The Colonel’s booming voice commanded the entire room, forcing an immediate silence and respect. Wolf couldn’t help but laugh a little at the exchange, finding it far more humorous then the rest of the group did. Although the announcement of another teammate came as much a surprise to him as anyone – the file must not have updated on his end yet, or he would have seen the new face in the roster. 

On that note, the new face was…cute. Not exactly his type though. But good cooking was always welcome! “Thanks!” As he took a bite into the cookie, it began crumbling in his mouth. His only response to the raw wave of deliciousness was a muffled “Theshe armf delish..Mm!”, the last as a large chunk broke off, which he promptly caught before letting it contact the floor.

As Richard got up to make tea, Wolf plopped back into his seat from the edge he had been sitting on. At the offer of tea, he immediately got up again, making his own way into the kitchen, shouting ahead “Why have tea when you can have hard, black coffee?!” He only hoped there was a decent coffee machine. He gave Richard a look of his own – one that said little, but told worlds about how far they could take the competition that was already brewing between them. Oh yes, there would be [i]plenty[/i] of fun to follow.