Hoshor Plains I don't see how

"Not really" he retorted calmly, a snort leaving his nose. His humor oft fell flat in the best of times, and even he wasn't aware if he was joking or not sometimes. His head lowered slightly, good eye glancing this way and that as if expecting it to really be a trap. Was she leading him to an unwanted situation, he wondered? 

His ears piqued up, his curiosity turning to interest. In his old realm, before he left his kingdom, there had been a glen with fireflies as well. How curious to have both realms have something in common. Especially since even then, he had trouble finding a pack. That particular glen had not been dark from what he remembered. It was mostly lit up all hours, especially with the fireflies.

"Does your pack... have need of a medic?" he asked quietly. Plying his knowledge and trade was the only thing he had going for him. He could hunt, yes, and fight, but healing is what he was interested in.