Hideaway Strath Stay a thousand years.

Her accomplishments aside, Dingo knew that he'd have to really work at proving himself if he was going to get anywhere with his future plans, and that thought made him question whether he really wanted to stick around or not. On one hand he'd have access to all the women of the pack - and eventually Fenec when she grew in to her body - and that appealed to him because the child was his ideal mark; but it would require dedication and perseverance on his part, and Dingo was much too lazy and half-assed with his efforts. So far he'd done well at faking it, but if he was going to succeed with his urges in secret he'd have to hone some of those skills for real. Ugh, work. Was it worth it to see Fennec grow up? Maybe, maybe not.

The pair emerged along the edge of the 'strath and Dingo observed the way Towhee's expression shifted while she looked around, and then turned his attention to the jagged stonework as she mentioned it. She was right - they were well fortified in this not-so-little cul-de-sac. Protected from danger save for the single corridor that they could easily police. That's good to know, he murmured as he looked at the distant shapes of rising mountains, like teeth.

And then if you really think about it, the only way in-and-out of the area leads to your sister packs, he mused aloud, remembering the many other scents he'd discovered while patrolling and wasting his time on other days, so we're very secure here. If anything bad does happen it'd be easy to call for backup. Dingo would have to keep that in mind if he ever fell victim to his own lust, or if he chose to act on his whims before his target was of-age. The man had been mapping the territory for a while though and he knew a few secret passages and hideaways which might come in handy.