Dragoncrest Cliffs friendly, but not your friend.

Tousaint wasn't sure this was the answer he was looking for. He thought he could sniff out a bit of desperation- but he couldn't be sure. He continued to eye the stranger, more warily now- and in an odd turn of events, he began to grow a bit more concerned for his sister's welfare- seemingly, she'd given a stranger rotten meat and he'd followed her back to her pack, now determined to join. It was like getting food poisoning from a dicey restaurant and then going back the next day to get the buffet. 

He was determined to poke holes in the man's logic for no other reason than the fact that he had happened to meet Sobeille first. She might take credit for gaining the pack a new initiate; a pat on the back he was keen to nab for himself, if he could, though he thought it would be even better if he managed to root out some red flag, to prove that his sister had bad judgement. 

"It be wort' more den ten seals," He said, trying to hide some of his suspicion. "You an' I 'ave not made a deal," He said. After all, the seal's ungainly skull smiled at him still. "What do you 'ave dat you could offer me? You 'ave already turn down my request once, so..." He shrugged his slim shoulder against the cool wind, determined to be just as cold himself.