Big Salmon Lake And now you got to freak me out

He sees that she doesn’t appreciate his vague mysteriousness. He gives her a deadpan response to her shrug. Yet, when she’s mentioning being the Beta of her pack he seems surprised, though he doesn’t show it just in case it insults her. Not that he would care much, but he still needs her to check and clean his wounds. The midnight woman mentions another name, perhaps the alpha of her pack — he might have answers. 

He nods and looks down at the fish when she scoots it over to him. He’s gracious for it, though he only shows it with another curt nod and look of his silver eyes in her direction.

“I’m looking for my mates. A pure black pelted woman such as yourself, but red eyes. Her names Serem. And a male wolf-dog named Clarence.” He offers her then. Hoping with bated breath she might know where they could be. “You believe this Rowan might know?”