Neverwinter Forest -- ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ

His piercing glacial gaze wavers, flickering between the two women as they size each other up and the tension rises in the subtleties they bat back and forth, the curt way they respond to each other but he notes not to him.  It is not long before he is being addressed once more and his whiskers twitch — another subtelty — as his flews pull back to reveal a toothy grin at the first female's statement although he would generally disagree about the meeting new people bit.

He is intrigued by them, this pack that the woman with the severe cheekbones boasts of with her scent yet as he calculates his next words the woman who later addresses herself as Miyako moves fluidly into what was on his mind and he lets it go.  

Varick, he interrupts, and you are each welcome to join me although I am up to nothing of interest.