Otter Creek of an austere ebon tide

A ghost of a breathy chuckle left his mouth at the question of whether or not Rayder was a recruiter. Aiding the pack by looking for more members did nothing for him, and so it wasn't in his desire to do so. "How do I put this...the alpha isn't exactly eager for more members right now." That's what he had gathered from his acceptance. At the same time, he just wanted to ward the other wolf off from the Plateau, thinking that he was doing the stranger a favor because of how weak he saw Peregrine being.

Distaste for the authority of the male alpha surged through him, but he kept it from his tone as he continued. "He doesn't see the point in being social with loners or other groups." Rayder had already come into contact with a few members of other packs, the interactions ranging from entertainment (in the form of verbal fights) to a more friendly encounter.