To hearing there were ten packs, he arched a wolfish brow. It was far more than he was expecting, but these lands were more vast than he could fathom yet. His possibilities were quiet numerous, it seemed, and now it only left it up to him, for he did not yet know quite what sort of pack would suit him best. Obviously somewhere willing to take in strangers (not all were, he knew) and somewhere not too uptight. He did not want to feel suffocated by a pack, and instead, supported.
I intend to,
he quipped eagerly. Has yours been here long? And.. I don't know, what's it like here?
He fanned his ears, expecting a brief answer because she didn't seem like the type to delve into too much detail to a stranger like him. Still, he was trying to feel it out to see if it would interest him, or if he should just keep going and not look back.