Wild Berry Meadow Losing Time

Damn, no name from her yet.  He'd have to actually ask at some point later on.  He was doing his best to be on his best behavior and erring on the side of caution to not accidentally scare her off somehow, hence the "later" part.  He gathered a little from her words.  She'd been here before, but maybe not here here.  Hm.  I think the pack's been there quite a while?  Not sure.  I've only been around for this season, pretty much,  he shrugged slightly.  Quixote wasn't the local historian, either. I've been pretty happy with it.  Less drama than my birth pack, so I'll take that.  Looking forward to seeing it when winter's done -- the territory has pretty much everything you'd want.. Some forested bits, it's own lake thing, caves and stuff.  

What else would someone like to hear about the Caldera?  Hm.  Well.  The war was old news and not good news, so that was definitely not there... What about the people?  Mentioning the irritable deaf alpha was also probably a no-go  if he wanted someone to follow him home.  Maybe it'd be best if he asked some more questions.  I assume you're looking for a pack or something eventually.  His ears tilted forward attentively as he continued, What would you be looking for?  Then he wouldn't have to worry about revealing too much that he probably shouldn't.  It'd be a nice middle ground of safety, wouldn't it?  Just a bit of friendly curiosity and he wasn't trying to pressure her into anything.  If it turned out she wanted all war all the time, then at least he could point her in some other direction.