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Overcrowding; the sign of a healthy pack, he thought. Branching off was natural- beneficial, even, for both the mother and the offshoot. "You are smart to propagate," He said, speaking from experience. He offered a gentle smile, as he processed a few other questions, and found they wouldn't need to be asked. If she was telling the truth, then her reasoning to branch off was benign and acceptable. 

He blinked when she confessed her own natural predisposition for having sons. He felt a twinge of resentment which he held at bay; the women who had raised him had not favoured their daughters, though he was completely aware of the fact that men from outside families were considered less worthy of rank and respect. 

"Well. Not'ing you 'ave said is a shock to me, to be honest," He said, yet again sitting back on his haunches and drawing in an easy breath. He was comfortable with what he had heard so far, likely due to the familiarity of the concepts. "I come from a pack where women, primarily, lead." No matter how fond he was of Valravn, he simply could not see the man looming as large or as influential in pack decisions as Mirelle and Chacal. 

"I must go to my birt'lands, before I settle elsewhere...I 'ave a few treasures I wish to collect. Wid your blessing...Might I sup an' sleep 'ere de night before I 'ead for de coast?" He asked, but was quick to add "So long as dis does not count against de favour you owe me," His eyes twinkled.