Heron Lake Plateau count me in unnanounced.

The oddly-tongued wolf offered his words again, this time with the promise that they would make more sense to the pair that stood before him. Tru narrowed his eyes in a neutrally thoughtful way, listening to each word to try and discern the meaning behind them. By the end, he was officially onto the game. This dude wanted some characters to fall into line behind him. He wanted what every power hungry, testosterone-filled dude of his kind wanted - minions to do his bidding.

It was an impressively jaded, presumptive opinion. Fortunately, Tru was not one to begrudge the other male this desire. It didn't matter to him one way or the other what this guy wanted of him - it would only matter to him when the other male insisted on taking his lack of interest poorly. That, unfortunately, happened often. But, Tru was a weirdly optimistic wolf, so he simply glanced at his younger friend when he posed a very obvious question to the stranger, then glanced back expectantly when it came said stranger's turn to answer.