Dragoncrest Cliffs The skills we all should know

He exhaled a soft puff of breath, and nodded easily to hearing his present title aloud. "That would be me." Eske had evidently kept him informed and just a little bit of something in the way he spoke the rank made Dio wonder how anointed in the culture he was. But, it was good, and he considered it in their favor, as suggested by the slow, thoughtful sway of his tail. "Well, good.. now that we're at least acquainted," he chuffed. Should Cecil remain with them, the pale Draku suspected that might change readily with time. "How're you settling into the cliffs so far? Anything to note?" he raised a brow, wondering a lot of things about the new male and sure that he'd suffered many of the same sorts of questions in greeting Eske. This was his maneuver at getting to know him better, though, especially now that he'd had a bit of time to experience their pack's lifestyle.

"I'm sure you're pretty tired of the typical drilling interview questions by now.. so whatever else it'll be: what do you like to do?" he said, flicking an ear, and trying to give him something to volley off—should conversation, at least for a bit, suit him any.