Slowly, Ciervo brought his rear onto the ground, feeling that the opportinuty to fish out some information out of the female was only beginning. Whether or not he saw an interest of trading his freedom for a spot in the ranks of her pack remained yet to be seen. Even if the decision would be solely his (and the Alpha's) in the end, the Ostrega wanted to hear from a member herself how good was this Caldera exactly.
Like a customer on a store, Ciervo wanted to have her sell out her pack and list their numerous benefits they had above others (given that they did) instead of being him who tried to persuade them into opening their gates to him. It might've not been the most delicate way to approach a situation which could ultimately change the course of his life. But being 'delicate' had never been exactly one of Ciervo's virtues.
He listened a bit more carefully now, wondering if by that she meant he was expected to respect other's borders (a crime he had already commited before) or if he was meant to respect and make others respect the packs boundaries as if he were some kind of guardian. Neither of those excited the man, but didn't turn him off either. "Who runs this pack again?"he asked, wanting to know a bit more about the Aplha(s).
As long as they weren't overzealous tryrants, Ciervo would give it a more throrough look.
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