Thunder Dome don't blame me

They transitioned smoothly into talk of business, and Talion listened intently. Butterflies roused in his abdomen, excitement brimming at the possibility of finally sourcing an ideal pack to commit to. He maintained a professional appearance, expression cool and eyes glimmering with interest as he focused on what Freyja had to say, though the automatic to-and-fro sway of his feathery tail unknowingly betrayed his toughened exterior.

"I don't plan on going anywhere," he said, and the pewter beauty pressed on to disclose that she was looking for an area that provided good defence, and safe for pups. It was at this point that Talion's heart sank, his immediate thought that although his lovely new acquaintance was yet to discover her dream home, she'd found a suitor to sire her brood. He didn't know why he was so disappointed considering he'd literally just met her, so feigned his contentment and mentally shrugged his emotions aside. Seeking a mate was not on his list of immediate priorities, Talion reminded himself.

"I'd suggest perhaps looking for land at the base of the mountains," he offered, "to provide protection from the elements on one side, and the option of higher ground and shelter in the caves if required?" It would be his personal choice, and so figured it might be worth mentioning since the alabaster wolfess had already stated she'd been struggling to find a territory that met her requirements.