Silvertip Mountain There's a room in a hotel in New York City

FitzDutiful had fully intended to metaphorically bite the head off the lone wolf that was near his pack lands but the curious nature of his physical appearance had stunned all of that out of it. He probably appeared meeker than he would have to another wolf, though this wouldn't last. Luke's words would raise his hackles a little - though his posture would not make Luke fear for his life. It was more a warning that his words were not happily accepted.

"Are you looking for a place to settle in or a place to own yourself?" The former would relax FitzDutiful's stance but the latter would cause him to appear slightly more aggressive. A neutral answer would keep his stance exactly as it was. He had no qualms with wolves joining - he was almost actively seeking them - but a pack settling - he would not abide that. Neverwinter Forest and Firestone Hot Springs were off limits for anyone but one of his pack members.