Like any good saleswoman Somnia gave him the basic details of it all, which aside from being meant to sound sweet and lurr him in, held a certain ambiguity Ciervo didn't like. He of course did not want her to throw in all the little flaws of her pack (accepting all packs had some) into the conversation,but he also didn't want to have his mind clouded at the time of a decision (assuming he'd even have to take one) by her flowery words.
Ciervo was a man of facts -- and as pretty as it sounded he was not buying the whole 'eveyone loves and cares about each other' speech.
If that was a requirement when joining the Caldera they might as well throw out his application because as he was hardworking and passionate about the things he loved he was also careless and brusque when relating with others -- especially after having to compete with six other siblings while growing up.
With his ears swiveling back as if he was no longer interested in her testimony he stood up, shaking his coat with indifference as he once more seeked her eyes with his own.
"Oh, I'm sure they do " he barked non-chalantly, preparing to leave but holding back in case the female had something else to add.
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