In spite of the good intentions Somnia might've had during her speech, her words did not manage to captivate Ciervo's fleeting interest. With a dull grimace that had the phrase 'thanks but no thanks' written all over, the Ostrega pricked one of his ears to grasp the female's final words -- which were gone out the other ear as soon as they came in.
Though he knew it wouldn't hurt to check out the place, he made no gestures of being interested on taking a hike near such place in the days to come. With a bit of luck, Ciervo would be able to run into another wolf, whom he would persuade again into spilling things about their packs so that he'd have something else to compare the Caldera to.
Even after the major letdown he had felt through her words, the Caldera continued to be the number one option -- something that sounded better if you ignored the fact it was also the only one until then.
Feeling no need to add anything else to the already dead conversation, Ciervo turned around briskly, slipping again to his previous task of scouting the place for an abandoned cache he could assault.
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