Barrow Fields He woulda if he coulda

Captain? He was a leader of one of the packs he had smelled? Oh, what a luck he had today! Instead of screaming at fish, he was now having conversations with others. That was a great step forward to becoming more sane, becoming more devious as well. For whatever it was that drove wolves forward, it was greed. Trick fell under this category as well, but he didn't seek power. He sought chaos, destruction. Sure, he needed some kind of power to achieve this, but it wasn't his ultimate goal.

He watched as the other was distracted by something -maybe the mounds?-, and Trick followed his eyes to... Really no where. huh, weird. He surely was not a normal fella, for his movement were so often, so out of the ordinary that it'd be an art to not spot it. For his question, Trick decided to answer as truthfully as he could. Better keep this Depp as a friend rather than foe. Traveling as always, woot. He answered, but he knew he must smell like pack, like on of The Keep. Mostly seeking for herbs and such. Better safe than sorry, tick! He joked. He was lying a bit though, but he felt like it was actually a good idea. He needed herbs -and poisons- for his life as a pack wolf anyway.

What about you, captain? He asked, his green eyes shimmering like crystals.