Broken Antler Fen Now for plan A

So...What she was saying- as long as he was getting this right- was that the pack was full of beautiful women. "I can suffer the sharks if it means bein' in a sea of sirens." He said with a cheshire grin. He didn't like pups- he thought they were ankle-biting-time-sucks. But he also felt fairly sure that if there were enough attractive females about, then he'd be able to escape with one or two or three of them- whilst another babysat the kids. They'd be much better at minding the furrey little nuisances anyway. Maybe he could even convince his cousin, or whatever he was, to babysit too- so that he wouldn't have to. He'd find his way around it somehow. It couldn't be all that bad, could it? 

She continued with the silly talk, this time of witches, which he thought by now she might be using as a way to simply get more skeptical wolves to walk away. And he was a pretty skeptical fellow- but he didn't actually believe that such a thing as dragons or witches actually existed. Maybe this Wraen just had kind of a strange sense of humour- but that she had any sense of humour at all was an improvement over some of the alphas who had met him at the borders and chased him off. "I don't hunt witches," He said, with a grimace. "They're kinda chewy, y'know."