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Turns out a joke is a good way to relieve tension budding between strangers. Deimos watches as the terseness seems to dissipate. That's good, he thinks, having half expected to be eaten alive by the semi-bear when he had first been discovered. This man seems to be rather evenly keeled, which is something Deimos can appreciate. Not all wolves tolerate interlopers, and not all wolves seem willing to chit-chat with them when they're discovered.

Deimos stops his shifting pit-pat of his paws once Evergreen's smile widens and he starts to talk about his pack. The name is not familiar to him, so he assumes immediately maybe it's foreign. Or maybe it's not, and it's just a fun way to say 'castle in the pines'... He's certainly intrigued, particularly roped in by the mention of rough starts and new beginnings. Deimos has been through a fair bit himself.. He keeps that under wraps, but certainly can appreciate any wolf striking out for something better.

"Hmm." He seems to roll the idea around in the back of his skull a bit. He really needs a pack, there's no arguing that.. but Deimos doesn't like being underfoot.. especially under the helm of strangers. He's in the 'Interested, But With Reservations'™ percentile. This pack doesn't sound very cultish, but what if he's expected to do something crazy for a contribution? He considers his options carefully and glances Evergreen up and down. "You the boss?"