Leen searched for Towhee high and low through the Strath. He didn't creep, well if he did he wouldn't be seen. Perhaps she'd developed a sixth sense for detecting people. He sure hoped so, fuck getting ripped by the lass. 

He thought he saw a flash of orange but looking again he saw nothing. Probably a flower hidden under the swaying leaves. At least the trees gave cover from the weather, be it rain or shine.
"Where is she?" he muttered out loud in the vain hope someone close by would hear and point him in the right direction. It'd been what, four days? And he'd still not managed to catch her between wandering the surroundings and looking for recruits. Well, his tracking skills were certainly abysmal there was no doubt about it, but he'd've thought he could find a soon-to-be pack mate. He just didn't want to wander far before he spoke to her.

A presence drifted up beside his own wandering form, turning to look at a blank canvas of his own face -- or as alike as he could remember himself looking like. His brow quirked, a frank grin lighting his expression. 
Now remember, look at her so she can see you talking.

"Indeed. If I'm correct, you'd be Towhee." At least I fucking hope so.
His tail swayed softly, glad to finally be of her acquaintance. "Well, I'm just glad I didn't sneak up on you." In fact it'd been the other way around, but Leen was nothing of a fighter and certainly wasn't prepared to take on any challenge of sorts. He laughed softly, feeling comfortable in her company. 

He snorted in mild amusement. Did people really know her to be infamous? Perhaps he shouldn't use her name whilst recruiting, though he'd make the decision on the person at the time.
He half laid his ears back in the uncertainty of her sudden turn. Women eh?
But his caution was met with a joke that he too laughed at, shaking his head before looking to her again.
"What a sophisticated defense system." He threw back with a gleam to his eye and a smile on his face. 

"I'm here because, firstly, it sounds like you need help with two kids and trying to form a pack. Secondly, I'm here because I like you and your brother." Even though he'd only just met them, he sensed they'd be strong. This pack would be strong. It would be made better if he could find enough damn people, too. "My story is one you will not know of, Lady." His tone was firm but not ominous and he didn't let his face give away any details. Those would be for later.
He paused in case she had anything to snap at him but then carried on regardless of her comment.
"I'm an ambassador and chronicler. Not much about fighting nor is my tracking very good but I can feed myself well enough." He raised a brow, wondering if he had answered most of her questions. Well, certainly not about his past but his current state was laid bare.

His brows knitted together, his nose wrinkling in a half repulsed look like something just died in front of him. In fact, something probably just did. His hope of having his privacy for a start and it seemed like the downfall of his appearance to her. Or so it seemed through the grinding of her teeth in an act of impatience. 

Part of being a chronicler was weaving tales, so that would be something he'd try now. Or should he come out with the truth?
The best lies were mixed with the truth.
"I lived in a nomadic pack that passed through this land as soon as we could leave the den. We lived in the north, I left them to settle in a pack and make my trades. I was captured by those humans, or so the dogs call them. I was released after a year and made my way here."
Well, it was the truth and he'd not lied. But the story wasn't all the truth. Not that he'd expect Towhee, who seemed to think oh so highly of herself, to be bothered much longer.

He felt like recoiling.
Like that cage was closing in on him again, the muzzle that stopped his mouth from opening, hampered his breathing.
He took a steadying breath, looking to the sky and remembering freedom. Freedom. He was here, not there. Not again.
He looked back to her, a sadness in his eyes that he tried to cover with his current happiness.
"Hey, I can't give away all my stories in one sitting can I." He threw a grin onto his face and suppressed that panic that had arose within him. Leen thought he was over that crap.

"At a time I tell a story and you're there, I'll make sure it's about them." He gave her a promise. Perhaps he'd tell those stories to Fig and Fenn; that's if they were interested in stories.

"Ptero?" His face changed to childlike interest, wanting to know what it was. Was it a secret language? A place? He'd learned a little of most languages communities spoke but never before a form of sign language.
"He didn't. Care to show me?" His tail started its soft sway again, the former topic gone from his mind. Perhaps if he'd chosen to settle with another pack, or even start something on his own, he wouldn't know of this ptero thing. 

Later didn't sound too bad. A later promise for a later promise. Sounded good, in his opinion. Once the borders were being patrolled more and their kids' safety was ensured they could lay off a bit more.

"Yes of course." He licked his lips quickly, his mouth feeling a little dry. "I wanted to meet you before I started out. Making sure you didn't have any other requirements other than no crazies and helpful people." He gave her a tilt of the head. If he brought back someone she didn't want in the pack, Phox wouldn't. Leen would have to be hard in his vetting, looking at the runover he was getting from the siblings. 

He rolled his eyes with a grin of his own. Such sass. Well, at least hus work shouldn’t be too cut out. 
”Don’t flood the place, eh.” He called out after her, moving off in his own direction to start his work with a spring to his step.