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With Mordecai halfway fooled by his champagne eyes, that unknowingly were the same of the man's own brother Dhani, the disheveled Ostrega smirked inwardly, his mind already elaborating the next response he would attempt to shove down the unsuspecting stranger's throat. 
When it came to lies, Ciervo was an experienced contestant.
He could play it nice or he could play it rough, but either way, he was the hungry type.
Hungry for information and for penchant.

So with his eyes trained on him and the tip of his tail twitching in a snake-like manner, the voracious trickster allowed his gullible victim to take the bait. At his surprise, Ciervo displayed nothing but confidence in his previous words. It was him who he had been looking for, he had to believe it, and so did Ciervo.
And though most of the male's thoughts had rational bases, in these cases, all reason was thrown out the window and replaced with malice instead -- something that came almost as naturally to the Ostrega as his skepticism.

"Yes, I was sent by the Alpha -- of the mountain pack" he barked suddenly with an affirmative nod, his mouth quickly adding the last bit to sound more convincing. In a place as big as the Teekon Wilds, the chances of a pack actually dwelling in a mountain were very optimistic for Ciervo's lie.
Now, he only had to hope the man knew one of these possible packs -- and more importantly, thought it possible for the leader of one of these packs to hold interest in him.