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Tortuga sounded like an…interesting place. He couldn't decide if her description intrigued him or disturbed him. He did remember Cutlass rambling drunkenly about "raidin' an' plunderin'", but he himself had been intoxicated as well and couldn't recall the details. Clearly, those of Tortuga -- his daughter included -- knew a most savage and brutish life, a life that he thought was rather unnatural for a wolf. He wondered if Bones would be able to adapt to ordinary pack life.

As these thoughts ran through his mind, she finished her brief run-down and then parried him with a question of her own. It was a completely natural and expected question, and one he was glad to answer. "Oh, you'd love them," he replied with a grin. "Crete is mute. He can't talk, but he's still got a lot to say and he finds ways to say it. Peregrine…you'd like him. He's got the 'tough guy Alpha' thing going on, but underneath that, he's a really cool dude. Don't tell him I said that, though." He gave her a conspiratorial wink as he said that, his grin becoming something wry and comical. He'd had to be careful not to call him 'Pencil Dick' in front of her. "And Osprey, well…honestly, I think she's the smartest one out of all of us. She's kind and gentle and creative, but let me tell you, she could bust us boys' asses when we were kids. Probably still can." He chuckled at the memories and visuals that lingered in his mind.

Leaning back on his haunches, he thought for a second and then came up with his next question. "What sorts of things are you good at? Like…what are your favorite things to do?"