some legends are told

On the coin of fairness Sinaaq Arrluk was not respectful to anyone, though he did not expect this pack woman, who held her posture so dominate as if he had to quiver on his stomach with his tail tucked between his legs before her (unimpressive) presence, to know such a thing. Not even a God could strike that sort of submission from him. It was not in the darkling's nature and he didn't care enough to even part his lips in argumentation if she was not willing to budge. Begging was unbecoming and it was among Sinaaq's list of things he would never do. Sinaaq didn't beg. If he wanted something: he took it. If she was not willing to give him even basic information then he would find it out another way. After all, she wasn't the only wolf in the pack and even so surely there were loners, or wolves from other packs that for the right price would be willing to give him the information he had intended to siphon. He didn't inquire because he cared, he inquired because he wanted to collect information. It was nothing personal and he had no quarrel with these wolves. In the end, Sinaaq's goal was to collect information from all the packs that inhabited the Wilds. After all, the whole point of being an Outrider was to gather basic information on packs and knowing the quickest, most efficient route there in the case that a message carried between packs was urgent.

Her question was initially met with silence, surely a fair question for there was many sides to being an Outrider — something that the darkling enjoyed about the trade — but the urge to respond in a condescending manner was strong. The urge was ignored, for the time being. Sinaaq greatly doubted that being condescending was the way to get anything from her, though he was determined not to kiss her behind, as considered before, going directly to the source was not his only route of option here. “Just a simple collection of information,” Sinaaq spoke simply with a dark, charming quirk of his lips — though whether the charm was genuine or not was certainly up for debate. A cant of his head was given, a smooth, fluid movement as eyes of liquid gold fixated upon her . It would be useless if he did have a message to deliver and it never made it to anyone of importance. Even the names of those that led the pack would be counted as useful, if a bit vague.