Dragoncrest Cliffs they're singing along with the banjo

He came prepared to wait, and did for only so long until heda stalled no longer. His ears pricked to answer as he stayed determined to not mind what his nose was telling, and he was not surprised none came near. On his watch as well, borders had been left be save for a few sorts on business, and an occasional other low-threat matter easily shooed along. Nothing hardly worth anything, nothing alluding to the wolves that had attacked his mate and daughter, and definitely nothing suggesting foul play from their neighbors anymore--despite him being plenty ready to find more reasons to dislike them. That was easily not the focal point here, and he sets in to keep this in mind; a name comes forward, and

"Then if no threat, do you think other uses may come of him?" he asked in an effort to get a better feel for this newly dubbed Kierkegaard, so he could know how to proceed if he came across him personally. "What's he like?" he asked, but, as it found out more about the cowardly deserter and what was going on next-door, so it would seem Kierkegaard's preferences were a touch questionable. To take Caiaphas as a mate? Dio didn't shield the disgusted grimace--towards that, and Arrille's full-on exit both that complicated all manner of things.