Bramblepoint Let me make you an offer

Shrike chuffed quietly in response to Floki's statement. Just an old friend of his? That was vague. It was enough to tell Shrike that he really needed nothing to do with this wolf, who seemed to be lying about knowing where the Caldera was. Though Shrike was actually quite far off from the truth, and was reading Floki's misdirection wrong, he couldn't help but feel suspicious and decided that he really didn't want to get to know Floki. He tasted the male's name on his tongue- as well as the name of the pack he said he was from and the direction in which he'd gestured, but decided that was all he needed to know. 

"Hmm. Wellen." He said. "I got somewhere to be. Nice...Meeting you." He said, with a curt nod, well aware that the hesitation had shown in his voice. Not that he cared particularly, though, and with a flick of his tail that might have also hinted at some kind of attitude, he began to stalk away.