Blackfeather Woods you tell me everything twice

He hums, both acknowledging the man's answer and question in one. He is not surprised by the inquiry - interrogation, perhaps? - given the secretive nature they seem to hold on to. (For a moment, it reminds him of Ajatar - and he remembers her disappointment with his honesty.) "I met Vaati near your borders," he begins, glancing in the direction of those corpses that still intrigue him. "I was ... intrigued, by a pack that lived so close to the reminder of death." Argent or not, he is still a simple man, invested in simple things: the ocean, dismembered heads that line a pack border. "I am not," he admits, "the type to crave power or seek thrills, but. I enjoy... being useful. Being made useful. However I am needed." A tool. (A truth, perhaps exaggerated here.)