Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

Mason listened carefully as soon as her words emerged from her mouth. She was possibly as vague as could be without saying ‘we’re wolves and we do wolf stuff’. More than four people – was that fifteen or five? Was she scared his pack would come down and terrorise them?
 
Mason blinked when she cut off to advise him that her own opinion was that her information was pathetic. “Er… sure!” Mason said with a vigorous nod to show that he was happy to listen to anything. Anything she could give him was better than nothing, for his knowledge of Teekon. Mason waited with baited breath to hear the ‘improved version’ unsure whether this would be a story of a fantasy pack, or simply a re-start of the original information.