Blacktail Deer Plateau original french fried onions

Lex heaves a sigh and a low rumble in his chest that only vibrated without sound.  All the kid had to do was answer a few questions.  He isn’t here trying to pull teeth.  They weren’t hard questions, nearly the same thing he’d asked at Redhawk Caldera and he wasn’t given the third degree.  Elwood, albeit sick, had been friendly and welcoming and answered his question without complaint.  

And now a child is standing in his way.

“You don’t look like you’re trying all that hard,” Lex tells him before he can stop it from his lips.  He sighs again but this time without so much frustration.  “I’m working.  I’m getting to know the area and the packs that are within enough distance to be our neighbors.  I’m making my way around and getting to know them.”  An ambassador for international relations.  

Regulus’ promise does little to sate him but he doesn’t ask for anything else.  He shrugs it off before he dips his head in departure, then turns to leave the pack behind.