Ciervo's lips curved upwards as he watched the female mirror his movements now. While she had wanted to be the one that designated the course of the conversation, for one reason or another it was now his own rythmn the one they were moving to. His eyes ran over her face idly as she began to speak, introducing the Caldera's ruling pair with a physical description an all.
Though he would not open his mouth to comment on it, he found it quite funny she gave such information to him, as if the fact that the so-called Peregrine was dark colored would some how influence his decision. Well he had asked who they were after all, better settle with the information that according to her, made who they were.
He sat through her speech quietly, wanting to imagine how the pack's dynamic was just by judging by the way their Alpha's sounded like. "And it sounds like you like it there a lot by the way you speak of them" he noted simply. Though a member's happiness would not weigh heavily upon his choice, he'd like to know her view on it -- even if they she had not given the impression they were iron-fisted tyrants, the repetitive use of the word territorial didn't not allow the potential charm of the Caldera to lurr him in.
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