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Normandy's ears cupped forth when the pallid woman, Scarlett as she had introduced herself as, spoke that they did have a few spots left. Whether they were actively seeking to fill them or not was unknown but the bastard prince did not worry too much in regards to it. It concerned him, to a degree for if they were not seeking to fill the open slots they had available within their pack then he would find himself continuing his journey elsewhere; even so he might be turned away on something else, entirely. Nothing was certain — a life lesson he had had the displeasure of learning the hard way. Chartreuse eyes focused upon Scarlett's paws not sure where else to look, but knowing that regardless he did not wish to come across as challenging when he wasn't. His ears swiveled back, slicking back to rest at half mast atop his skull when she inquired as to why he'd left his last pack. It was a question that he had never understood, personally. Why did a past matter? It wasn't the actions of the past that defined them but the actions that they chose in the present. Though this feeling, Normandy realized, could have likely been borne of the insecurity he felt. As it was, he did have something to hide, as much as he wished he didn't. He did not think Nevermore cared enough to send his lackeys all the way here, so far from the Forest but they had chased him a good distance of the way. Was being far enough away enough? Or would it never end until he ceased to draw breath?

He wanted to be honest, and yet he also did not wish to be. It was a terrible thing this, being caught between a rock and a hard place, dithering with nothing short of uncertain trepidation. Still, Normandy knew that honesty was the best policy, whether it ended up forcing him to search elsewhere for a home. Steeling his shoulders, the svelte DeMonte drew in a deep, nearly regretful breath and let it out in a sigh that brought with it little relief. “My family...history is imperative to the reasons behind it but the short of it is I was perceived as a threat and chased from my home,” Over something as stupid, and in reality as meaningless as whose blood he shared. “I do not know if they would follow me all the way here, it depends I suppose.” He wished desperately he could have given something better. Less dramatic. Anything, even nothing short of boredom or branching out would have been better than the potential looming threat.

Silence made Normandy restless, readily fidgeting until Scarlett's partner, also pallid as the woman before him, spoke, inquiring as to Normandy's loyalty. “I don't know if it helps but I would have stayed in my birth pack for the rest of my life if I had not been turned against.” He would not forfeit his life for no reason at all. As far as Normandy was concerned he had done nothing wrong and absolutely nothing to deserve “punishment”. Existing was out of his control. In theory, if Nevermore could have been faithful to his wife as opposed to hording women to be his concubines then he would have never existed at all. The blame did not lay in the children that came from these “affairs” but in the Alpha Male himself. “If I am comfortable and if I can trust the wolves within, I will have no reason to leave.” He concluded, chartreuse eyes going to Kove as he spoke to him.