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A tattered ear swiveled toward Alejandro as he spoke, but he regarded the man no further. He wasn't interested in their sappy exchange anyway. What he wanted was information. The stranger—Kynareth—did more than deliver.

"Nice to meet you then, Tahoe. Name’s Kynareth. Yes we’ve only been here a couple months. Fairly new. We hold ourselves with pride and only abide by our own law. That’s why we have enemies. The other packs around here can’t handle somebody doing something different. It’s sad honestly."  Kynareth spoke. 

He had answered Tahoe's inquiry openly, offering more than what he requested. He couldn't tell whether the man was genuinely that open, or hoping to con him into surrendering his trust. His previous suspicions had been confirmed, but his level of concern wasn't through the roof. In the case of his previous pack, all neighbors were considered enemies. Things seemed to operate differently out west, but he couldn't take one man's word to fully base his understanding of the situation. Whatever the case was, he was determined to figure it out. 

I see. That's sad. Sad indeed. He intoned. Tell me then, Kynareth. What're your pack's laws?