Sheepeater Cliff if ours was a dream

Vigilante watched the young male grow impatient, much to his... delight. He was glad to have held the wolf up with his nonsense, if even for a moment, and in causing the annoyance he'd keep going to see if there were any more buttons he could press before they parted. "Ah," he contributed unessentially, as if the perched raven's story meant anything at all to him. He took an overly long time to answer his next question though. After pretending to look mildly offended by the wolf's tone, he said at long last: "no." He licked his chops and smiled cheekily. "But I will keep an eye out for her. Who, pray tell, might I tell her is looking?"