Arrow Lake idfc

well. he might not feel the need to make moves, but he's certainly not going to turn them down. allowing zamael's look, samothes tilts his head slightly, turning more toward the other man. "i am from around here," he confirms, watching from under heavy lidded eyes. "the pack just north of here. swiftcurrent creek." whereas before the admission might have accompanied some small swell of pride -- he'd helped build something out of nothing, damnit -- now there is nothing behind the words, really, just a straightforward observation. if anything, he sounds bored by his own answer. less boring: zamael's second statement. "who are you looking for?" he asks, intrigued. perhaps he's seen them -- that would be fun. or perhaps he hasn't -- at least it'd give him something to do, keep an eye out for zamael's...whoever it is. right?