Blacktail Deer Plateau lestat's tarantella

His presence did not go unnoticed for long, though he had made no untoward advances in the direction of the nearby pack. A female came trotting to his side, her fur fiery as the sun, her muzzle and stomach white as snow. She looked like an overgrown fox, and if he was in a better mood, he might have teased her about it. But as it stood, he was simply curious about the pack she had left to ward him off.

"That is true," he replied blankly, not a hint of sarcasm or laughter anywhere. It was simply a statement of fact. "That choice depends on what you can tell me about your pack, dame de feu." He was gathering information so he and his companion could make an informed decision. There were many packs already established here, and from his Egyptian Regent, there were a few just getting started. Lestat was not one to give his loyalty easily, and he would gather all the information he thought useful to make the right choice.