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Tousaint would suspend judgement, and withhold comments. He leaned forward, listening with an even expression as the pack’s traditions were explained. With a “stage neutral” expression on his face, he surrendered no hint that these traditions sounded either familiar or strange- though his lack of a reaction might have proved otherwise.

”I see,” He said, finally leaning back and nodding as a professor might, when brought an interesting proposal by a student. ”I ‘ave a few questions,” A smile; he felt sure she expected as much, so he continued on the same breath. 

”Traditions- dey come from generation after generation of cultivation an’ nurturing,” A hint to Viskani that he came from a place where traditions were revered. ”So- I assume per’aps you must ‘ave a- ehmmm…Mot’er pack, or per’aps a sister pack from which you an’ your son come?” He asked. ”Be you searchin’ for per’aps a new gene pool, or be dere some reason you left your pack behin’, but brought its traditions wid you?” 

He wondered why she decided to disrupt the line of heritage, and come to a new land; part of him hungered for a tragic backstory.