Sleepy Fox Hollow Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

Usually, politics had no real place in Taikon's life. He had strong feelings about the way that most packs seemed to be run. He didn't have tactile solutions to these problems, however, which generally meant that even if people agreed with him, they did not want to hear what he had to say.
Takiyok, surprisingly, agreed with him but gave valuable insights to the issue. This was something he had come across only a few times in his life, likely due to him moving around too often to have such conversations. Although Taikon was tempted to interrupt her as she spoke of the desire to build a safety net, he didn't. She told him not to apologize. He nodded once, slowly, unsure. Talking too much was his fault and had lost him many friends.
The good often outweighs the bad, she said, and he had to think for a second, looking away. You're probably right, he relented, though he would need to take apart what she had said later. Taikon had never seen what a "well-run" pack looked like, and questioned the legitimacy of the statement.
Takiyok offered herself up. Taikon looked at her and pricked his ears at the offer, wondering what he should ask. He hadn't realized until now that they had inadvertently started a question battle with one another, taking turns asking tough questions. Anything, huh? He smiled warmly at her, trusting, thinking for a moment. He was mildly curious if she was single, but that question felt boring to him. If you could change anything about your pack, what would it be? Taikon watched her, curious.