Nova Peak Aw, These Pretzels Suck!

His words gave her pause. There was something about what he'd said that distracted her. She lifted a wolven brow, but said nothing of it, giving him no leeway or leverage with which into further spin words in whatever fashion he so chose. Smart. She was certainly one of the more chatty females he'd encountered which, given her limited number of choice words, was saying something. Not a lot of chatty Cathy's in these parts. Lucky for them, he could fill the air just as easily.

And keep it casual. Non-threatening. Non-agressive. He gave her no reason to attack save that he was lingering too long. Then again, she'd officially given him permission to hang out for a while longer. This offer of a home and pack warranted a conversation, if she was willing to give it. So far it was more of a "join now or leave" which didn't really strike his fancy as he kind of liked to know what he was getting into before he signed his life away. 

"I'm in the market for a pack," he revealed, looking towards her. "Haven't found the right fit quite yet." Without moving his gaze, he put a paw over the carcass of the rabbit and pulled it closer to him. "You do your pack a disservice if you compare it to the rest. All are different. Each unique." He didn't have to run into all the packs of the valley to know that was true. "If this is just as good as any, why do you stay?"