If only Ciervo could decide which pack to join with the same ease he decided to be an ass, perhaps he'd have more than a small den and a smelly rug of fur to call his own. But for some strange reason that choice didn't come so easily to the man. Incredibly enough, chosing what pack to condemn or rather give himself to was the only one he actually gave thought to.
Like Jekyll and Hyde, Ciervo seemed to have a duality when it came to taking decisions. And his usual rash attitude was not welcome for such a life-changing choice as this.

With his mind still reviewing the words said by the two Caldera wolves and their attitude during their respective encounters the Ostrega began to wonder around the lands that laid past the Whitefish River, unknowingly heading directly towards the great Plateu that held the Caldera's Alpha former home.

Though he was still at a prudent distance from the borders, the instrusive manner with which he sniffed around would have innevitably caught the eye of any of the Plateu wolves walking by.

With his nose closed to the snow and his ears swivelling on top of his head, Ciervo began to zig zag his way through the flatlands looking for a treasure underneath the ground or a simple distraction to pull his head out of the sudden enigma he had been faced with. Despite the flowery descriptions made by the female about her pack, something about it all didn't seem to convince the man entirely.

Then, as the scent of another wolf drifted into his nostrils he pulled into a halt deciding to drop his hollow search to follow the scent to meet whoever was at the other side of it all. Surely a conversation would be better than walking around pointlessly around the snow covered flatlands. Unfortunately, before he could begin hunting down whoever was out there he realized he had turned into the hunted one instead.

With a hasty turn of his head, the seemingly strange coywolf directed his attention towards the chocolate colored female. Having the blood of coyote running through his veins had never been a drawback for the gutty Ostrega; even if his limbs and muzzle were noticeably longer and slimmer than most wolves he met (even more now that Winter was taking a toll on him) he had never felt as if these traits made him less of a wolf as of to speak.
"No -- unless you could give me a pointer of what this place and the pack living here is called" he barked with a cheeky half-smile, having a slight suspicion she belonged to said pack.

The female's overzealous response was enough to make him wonder what was it that these Plateu wolves fed on to be so cheery. Though he had nothing against the girl's happiness, Ciervo was just not accustomed to such cartoonish expressions. With his own lips pursing into a small smile he watched the blue eyed woman wag her tail happily, making what could only be another invitation for him to consider joining her pack.

With his encounter with the two Caldera wolves still fresh in his mind, the Ostrega's smile was quickly drained away, leaving only a thoughtful pout to remain. "Maybe" he barked simply, lifting his gaze to meet his golden eyes with her own sky blue orbs.

Then, with a sudden idea and his tail curling playfully behind him he took a small step towards her, cutting through the sudden silence with a low chuff accompanied with a smile. "I mean I like the place and all -- but I don't know if the wolves here would like me" he mused jokingly while allowing his lips to draw back to reveal an inviting smirk.
While he had no real interest on the (already bethroted) female, it was innevitable for him to turn down the opportunity to play a game : specially one he knew he could easily win.

At least this approach was more interesting that the one with the 'love for all' chick he had encountered near the Greatwater Lake, he thought quietly as he watched the dark colored woman in front of his play along to his game like a marionette. With his own eyes resting on her, Ciervo stood still as her eyes traced every inch of his body, his ears pricking curiously as she lowered her head to look him up and down, as if the icyness of her eyes could pierce through his flesh like a little x-ray machine.

Finally she raised her head back, a teasing smirk stretched across her face to keep the joke alive. "Luckily for you, I'm not" he barked with a careless slump of one of his shoulders. Now that he knew she was interested in playing along, he could let the games begin..

Without vocing his intentions or even making sure they were on the same page, the rusty Ostrega launched himself forward, his lips drawn back in a playful snarl.
Ready or not here I go.

Humiliation was to little of a word to describe the feeling that now swelled in the Ostrega's chest as he ungracefully shook as much as the white material off his tousled coat. As he proposed the game, the possibility of being beaten had never crossed his mind. And yet, he had been the one forced to bite the floor.
This wolf -- no, the Plateau wolves, were no joke.
And they were also of his liking.

With his tail lashing to one side as the female expressed her triumph, the coywolf abstained from pronouncing a word, only a sarcastic tsk came from his lips as he tried to redirect the conversation from his embarassing defeat. Never had the man given in to loss and tucked his tail under his legs without attempting to use one of his many tricks.
And this time was no different.

Instead of turning the other cheek and accepting his failure, the man allowed a crooked smirk to crawl upon his features and shape his lips into the same cocky grin he had began with. "Totally let you win" he retorted, his tone meant to be nothing but playful."You never know, I could become a serial killer right now -- you'll be my first victim" he played shrugging his shoulders as a twinkle of malice sparkled in his golden eyes.
It was true that Ciervo was a serial killer -- but wolves weren't his victims and announcing his assasination plans beforehand wasn't his modus operandi.
The brutally murdered fox that he now used as a rug could confirm that.