Rosewater Oasis Concrete colony

At first, he'd thought the bird would be impossible to read; their eyes always seemed so bright with hostility. But he began to notice other mannerisms- the way she clicked her beak, the way she ruffled her feathers up...He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to tell if she was happy, but he could definitely tell when he'd begun to strike a nerve. 

"There's a pack Northeast of here, in the desert. I'd like to know what you know about them," He said. A simple question, but one that was important to him.