Firefly Glen the bittersweet between my teeth

He could sense the scarred male was expecting Rian to put up much more of a front, but the answers he sought were easily offered. If it was reassurance that their budding pack would not be infringing on his percieved resources that he required, the O'Malley boy was happy to give it to keep his group safe. He flicked one ear back against his neck, and the other followed a second later as they stood in awkward silence. Rian was not in a position to ask any unwarranted questions, and he had no way of knowing what sort of ones could be considered offensive or rude. So he remained quiet. 

"Yes, hopefully away from the other claimed areas. We're not looking to upset the status quo." He replied with an honest, but slightly strained, urgency. He wanted, above all else, to be understood in this—their pack was composed of young individuals, and they didn't stand a good chance against the other established, and older packs of the region. "If you have suggestions, I'd be happy to pass it along to my brothers."