Lion Head Mesa you got a fast car, is it fast enough so we can fly away?

As they continued to climb, he noted a few things about the man called Mason. For one, he had never seen such a small person talk so many words at once. He did not know where to begin replying, for he had never been questioned so furiously before. Though he felt odd, never was he one to simply spew out a portion of his life story to just anyone. Despite his actions so far, he was a very secretive individual. Yet, something about the fact that he would probably never see Mason again made him feel better about being an open book. "I have been at Redhawk for some time now," He held no emotion in his voice, due to the fact that he didn't want to have to explain where he came from before. Redhawk was his fourth pack, and he had no interest in bringing up the past. 

He looked at the smaller male, well, small compared to him. It was quite evident that Mason was younger than him, though his adamancy on the fact that now he was a full fledged man raised a question to how old he really was. But it didn't matter to him, it was none of his business afterall. "And you? Where is your pack located?" He had not seen another mountain like this in the Teekon before, yet, the male had the scent of a pack on him. Stepping up hesitantly to a higher rock, he waited Mason's reply. As far as he knew, Redhawk didn't have many enemies, and he hoped that the male's pack wasn't one.