Redhawk Caldera DNA Mad Scientist

Again he shook his head, Didn't think anything of it at first.  My old pack, if fighters got anywhere near the pups before they're the age they are now, we'd get chewed to hell.  Not our assignment.  He kind of didn't blame them.  He didn't trust some of the idiots that had been good for teeth and that was about it.  Some were dumb as a box of rocks, probably partially because they weren't socialized to do any better than that.  Quixote himself didn't know what to expect from other packs but his past experience had seemed like a safe starting point -- he'd carry his baggage around until he found a good place to stow it.

And yet, from her response he also felt like he should try and make excuses for them a little, I was out of the territory scouting a lot before the war...  Okay, since then there wasn't as much of an excuse. His adventures to go recruiting hadn't been too numerous yet, nor too productive.  He did kind of want to talk about recruiting stuff at some point, but if she was going to mention more about the youths of the pack, he'd let her do so first.