Arrow Lake everybody come hang

Tahoe doesn't break eye contact. His yellow gaze remained fixed upon the man, Kynareth, as he spoke. Kynareth spoke with a certain grandeur—an impenetrable wall of confidence—as he described his pack; all business, short to the point. His pack ideals seemed to be a reflection of his personality as well. He couldn't decide whether to categorize him as assertive, or rather cynical. As for the laws, McBride saw no issues, but instead doubted how smooth it all seemed to sound. Surely, the man was oversimplifying things. It was understandable, Tahoe didn't expect for the guy to lay everything out for him. Suspicion would only fester in his mind no matter the situation. He considered Kynareth's offer thoughtfully, brow furrowed—nothing was ever truly free in life.

Usually. McBride pointed out, amused by Kynareth's choice of language on the topic of truth. What's the catch? he went on, then peered toward Alejandro in search of his companion's reaction before delivering a distinctive answer. After all, Alejandro was the one that initally expressed interest in Kynareth. 

His eyes seemingly poised a question: You in?