Lake Rodney tarnished

What sounded masochistic to the stranger, felt logical to the Bluesummer. Why wouldn't he want to join those capable of expending a potential threat? He hadn't exactly been respectful himself upon his return -- and he would try a different tactic the next time -- so it wasn't as if he didn't deserve the treatment he'd been given. Still, under the pretense of remaining enigmatic, he didn't explain any of this to his alarm clock.

An ear flicked at the apology, and Kaizer had the wherewithal to appear accepting of it rather than confused by it (which is how he really felt). The next question, one that finally wasn't personal, was unfortunately one he couldn't answer. He lifted one lean shoulder into a shrug; "I'd tell you if I knew... It's that mountain place," he added, motioning towards the flat-topped caldera, a place he didn't know was actually a long-extinct volcano. "If you dropped your habit of eating dead wolves for breakfast, I imagine you'd find a good home there too. Wolves willing to defend you, at least."

Kaizer wasn't a conversationalist by any means, but he knew the worth in attracting numbers and wouldn't pass up the opportunity to recruit, even for a pack he hadn't joined yet.