Rosewater Oasis Concrete colony

"Or neither," He mused quietly, a mild smile on his dark lips. Playing both sides and playing neither might lead to the same result, he thought. He could let the two packs duke it out, if both seemed intent to war. He didn't- he would rather have others to trade with, rather than those who wanted to deal in blood. He wasn't keen on causing bloodshed for the sake of gaining power, though dying with a certain amount of notoriety was at least a bit appealing. 

In the end, he was a peace-keeping creature, content to hoard treasures and perceive wealth not from a display of strength, but in the collection of pretty things. The owl before him was certainly an asset, though he could tell she had some disdain for his species. He didn't want to assume she might be as pliable or as likely to be tamed as the vulture seemed to be, though she might surprise him yet. 

"What's your name?" He asked, then.