Bitterroot Valley drifting, drifting, drifting

The wolf doesn’t give him any information in her answers, vague and beating around the bush. His frustration only increases, trying to figure out a way around her system of answers to get the most out of it. Ukko wants to ignore the question she gives him, mimicking his own a few minutes before, and for a moment he does, leaving a silence between them. If he had to pick and choose through topics, so would she have to.

“It is led by two alphas,” he counters, though it seems strange to him Lucani emphasized they were both women. He’d never heard of such a thing but his time with other packs had been limited. Ukko supposes it isn’t too radical an idea. “I am their beta,” he says, though hesitating in his words, doesn’t exactly feel confident anymore introducing himself as such.