Duck Lake Settling the debts.

The shadowrunner studied them both quietly for a moment, his own form still, save for the gentle summer breeze that ruffled against his dark fur. His fiery eyes drifted over both, trying to determine the situation he had walked in to -- they didn't seem to be traveling companions, but his assumption could have been wrong.

"Constantine," he offered, his voice a low rumble before his muzzle gave a swing in the direction of the creek. "And yes. My home is that way." He paused then, contemplating his purpose before the two strangers. "Was just wondering.. In your travels, did you come across any other packs?" He paused then, his shoulders giving a light shrug as he allowed a faint smile to press at his lips. "I haven't scouted the nearby areas much since we laid claim to our lands."