Blacktail Deer Plateau original french fried onions

A slight shrug of broad shoulders was given when the unidentified ivory colored male made a comment in regards to Regi's name and how it was a mouthful. A mouthful it might have been but it was his name and on the borders Regi was all professional. Only friends and pack mates reserved the right to call him “Regi” — to all else he was Regulus. Regi kept to his stoic expression, nevertheless, taking in the other's smile. Perhaps the other's note was meant to break the ice, so to speak, but Regi wasn't having any of it. A name and pack name followed shortly after. Lex from Moonspear. Regi hadn't heard of it before, but he tucked away the pack scent, name and the name of the man standing before him for future reference. 

They got down to business quick enough for Regi to be sated, with the information that two packs: Stavanger Bay and The Sunspire had merged, Regi assumed to become this Moonspear. “And which did you belong to before the merger?” It had merely been curiosity that had lured the question from the Frostfur-DiSarinno's lips, though in truth Regi supposed it didn't really matter what pack he'd originally came from. Their leaders had made the decision to merge and the pack had no choice but to follow unless they desired to strike out and try their luck with a different pack of the Wilds. There were many, Regi assumed, though he had not, personally, came across any himself.

While he desired the Outrider trade the truth was he was more interested in what was happening in his own pack as the Plateau remained first and foremost his priority. “If there were associations I do not know of them, but that doesn't mean there wasn't any once upon a time,” Regi responded, without coming out and directly saying that he couldn't say anything in total confidence. “But why come to us with the question? Why not ask your leaders directly?” Unless they, themselves, didn't know either.