Whitefish River well, what'd'ya know?

He nodded, ready to get going if accepted and willing to be put up with. Dorian laughed as the man laughed - more or less an instinct to chuckle when others did - and leaned in. "Bet" he says, snickering "it'd be too juicy to keep to myself." Which was very true. He liked to gossip just like the next fellow, but he also knew that from what Ma told him... pack news traveled fast. 

He'd be a newcomer to them soon enough. A strange to most, until he became their friend and ally. Dorian only hoped he could catch up to that lady and apologize for any wrong doing he may have caused. He really didn't want to be on her bad side - but he had to admit she'd still be pretty (and fierce) if he saw her rear an ugly head more. Hiero took a place next to him, and Dorian leaned his body to bump his shoulder against the man's flank.

If accepted, it was just a friendly gesture to say 'gee whillikers thanks a lot buddy' for the pack accept. "Cool, cool" Dorian said, glancing around and stepping into and above their scent line "lead the way, my buddy. My pal. My friendly guy."