Moonspear tŷ, nid cartref

This answer surprises him more than he lets on; truthfully, he would have been happier with a list of names. No allies or enemies near? That simply meant that their enemies were waiting just out of sight, out of reach, ready to strike again--or there were tensions brewing, not quite bubbled over. One misstep to upset the balance, and. . . Llewellyn swallows, nodding brusquely at Charon's answer.

There is much to ponder. Much to think about. He pushes the remainder of his questions to the back of his mind, saving them for a later time.

"Thank you for accepting me into your pack, and for showing me around. I am indebted to you, truly," the prince says, dipping his muzzle appreciatively to Charon. "I will repay you this debt with my strength and loyalty. I am yours to call upon when needed." The day is growing long, the sun beginning its gradual descent beneath the horizon. "I will leave you to the rest of your duties, unless you require anything else from me." His brows lift in quiet query, blinking gently at his new leader.