Proudfoot is glad that Fang would defend Aylia. All of the single boys of Fang's clan had been considered at one point, but in the end the choice had still been Fang. Proudfoot is happy to see the pair getting along. He didn't want to send Aylia to live somewhere where she would be miserable all the time. Though now he is worried about his daughter catching grief because of her coloration. Proudfoot had heard about black werewolves going crazy before but not that they where related to Whitewolf and Fang. Especially not his old friend's brother. He had heard that Black Paw had died under mysterious circumstances. "Just know there are no such views on black wolves here. It will be a long road to get the clan to accept you as knowledgable chief. Just know that you have support and help if you need it Fang."<br/><br/>Aylai stuck her head in. "Hey. I was just checking to see how you're settling in. We arrived in time for the big harvest festival." She comes fully into the room, leaning against the door frame after shutting the door. "Wow, he actually cleaned it. You should be honored," she says after looking around the room.