Redhawk Caldera how swiftly you dismiss our love...

He found that the male's answer was much as his had been- a good scout and ambassador, one who liked to rove away from the pack a lot. He'd reigned that in quite a bit, and had focused his energy on patrolling the borders rather than wandering away from the pack, as Fox and Peregrine had softly dissuaded him from doing anything scout-like. "The Caldera's a private pack." He admitted. "Don't venture out much. Keep to ourselves." He added, knowing that might change Teagan's mind, if he was dead-set on doing those things. Perhaps the pack's views had changed, but as far as he knew, the focus was on keeping the pack safe and fed, and that did not involve wandering away very much at all. 

Teagan went on to spew out a few more of his talents- a few of which were fairly typical of any wolf who could survive on their own- but by the time he'd finished speaking, he'd left Shrike with a raised eyebrow. The rest of his face was fairly deadpan and skeptical. This he had to see. "Gotta wait for alphas." He stated bluntly. "'Til then." He continued, and sat down. "Make me laugh."