Dragoncrest Cliffs only equals speak the truth

Benedict twitched one ear at the young man's reply. though he couldn't agree with the words he spoke, finding no harm in diplomacy, there was usually something deeper at play. whatever this pack had done to others was beyond him. he didn't have the right to be opinionated. for all he knew, the lost pack were tyrants and the others along the coast were glad to be rid of them. he chose to change the subject. he was clearly outnumbered and did not want to push his beliefs upon these two for any reason.

"m' Benedict" he introduced himself easily enough, a dip of his head for politeness "live n' Swiftcurrent 'reek" a further down pack, away from the coast. though he did not flash a rank toward the other. the man did not really care to put stock in such things. "hope yer pack's well." even if he had no knowledge of the community, he would easily offer a more well-meaning tune. it was clear if the others did not want to discuss their pack, he was not going to be offended. sometimes people kept their secrets close.