Broken Antler Fen Future Thinking

Posting order: Sebby, Cicero then Jim

Jim, though his outside appearance seemed to be casual and neutral - almost fun, his mind was carefully tucking away the information he had just gained. At least two packs were from the area - the Caldera, possibly the place where he had pissed off the alpha and possibly one more, judging by how Sebastian separated the 'Caldera' pack and the 'other' pack wolves. He kept the face on, seeing as it could be more helpful. It was, after all, easier to share with a friend or an acquaintance than a potentially hostile loner.

"Other pack wolves? What packs might they be? What will your pack be, good sir?" It was funny how Jim still addressed the possibly younger male as a 'sir' though that might all change depending on the attitude and as how the conversation progressed. Before Jim could further speak, a voice came from behind Sebastian, followed by a curious wolf. His markings were clear to see, though there was nothing that painted him out to be from another pack. He was dusted with golden sand and white crystals, showered daintily upon his grey-white coat.

And he was small too, like Jim, but he was definitely taller - Jim's species, unfortunately, did not allow him to match up to both other males' heights. "Salutations," he returned as casually as the other as if there was nothing to hide or anything interesting transpiring between them. In fact, if one did not care to look close enough, they might think it was a normal conversation. "It seems so. What might I address you as, fine sir?"