The Patriarch had no intention of boldly prancing about on lands that weren't his, especially since he wouldn't have been welcoming in the least had they done it to him. Geneva said she'd come from Crimson Dreams, hadn't she? Yes, she'd mentioned it at one point or another. They had lovely land, paralleled to the beauty Phoenix Valley had... hell, was he cursed with comparing everything to Phoenix Valley just because he had to lead that sorry pack of dreamers? The cyclops rolled his eye and shook his head, sarcastic even with his own thoughts, before turning away from the borders he'd been simply standing on without any clear intentions. Well, he'd seen Geneva's former home with his own eyes. That was good enough; he could ask her about the rest. He was the ambassador only when he needed to be, of course. Nonchalant and walking two-legged, the beast straightened the sling over his arm to a more comfortable position, rolled his shoulders, and began to stroll back the way he came, planning on turning off at a fork he'd seen down the road instead of heading home just yet.

He was mated. It was kinda strange to think about it, but it always left the urge to smile. Mahlouk walked through Crimson Dream with no intentions. Today was a nice day for a stroll in his opinion and it left him with something to do. Since Jazper was always so buisy he had to amuse himself in a day. With Boo his large brown teddy-bear sitting on his back he moved over the forest floor obsticales with grace, not letting the bear fall once. Scars rittled the white males body, from years of what some would call abuse. All the scars were carved images, the images that lead to stories, all of them Mahlouk knew.

Stopping he lifted his nose to the air, his face void of all emotions like it usually was unless he was around Jazper. The strong scent of Savina made his large ears perk, the gold and silver loops moving with it. Blue eyes missing their pupils went to the direction where the smell was coming from. Trotting that way it didn't take him long to find the mother and her pups. Her voice coming out to speak to a stranger on the lands. The white scarred male came to her side and sat down, Boo sliding down as he caught the bear with expert aim. Setting the bear before him he looked at the stranger, who was scarred but not nearly as much as himself.

Jefferson hadn't expected to be stopped, but the call he heard over his shoulder was undoubtedly sent in his direction. The tall male stopped and turned partially, glancing his single eye at his caller. His eye dropped quickly to the child in her arms; that was a bad sign, he was no sight for children. The brute quickly turned his face away, brows furrowed and scowl nearly pouting in a strange disappointment, and he raised his good arm to scratch at his face or ruffle his hair to avoid the child in her arms seeing his face and start screaming like he expected it might. Not only that, but something else appeared shortly thereafter, at which Jefferson had barely a glance. What was he, some kind of sideshow? "Uh," the brute stuttered as the woman drew near. "No, I just came to look. ...If you'll excuse me." The dismissal was a bit forced and gruff, more typical of his normal tone. He turned quickly. Nothing to see here.

Mahlouk nodded at Savina when she greeted him. He hadn't seen her since that one time. He was only lucky she was so understanding. It wasn't Savina that was interesting him. It was the scarred male. The way he moved his face away made Mahlouk curious. Why would he move his face away? Was he ashamed? How could he when worse was sitting only a few feet away? Moving forwards with Boo hanging from his jaw he stepped past Savina and towards the male.

Mahlouk didn't wait for the stranger to answer the ebony females question before asking his own. Setting boo down he went about doing so."Mahlouk doesn't understand why you are in such a rush?" His void blue eyes watched closely waiting. Why would the male leave so quickly? In a way as the white male looked over the other he envied him. While his scars were made out of a custom in an old pack, this other males had been gained over time, each one a metal to something. After a few minutes he dropped his blue eyes not able to look for long. After being told he wasn't worthy of looking at others he had learned quickly to drop his gaze.

A sharp, pointed gaze was turned on the white thing briefly, but the man's green eye focused on the mother and child more gently as he calmed. "One of my members lived here," he said, inhaling deeply. He knew things had been bad for her, whatever the situation had been, but Geneva had never gone in depth as to why she'd left Crimson Dreams. For all Jefferson knew, the two members present might not even know her. The gaze that the woman was sending him was sharp and authoritative, supported by her charismatic tone, and Jefferson quickly assumed she was of a higher rank. His single eye met here with a similar, unbreaking gaze, and his tone matched hers in business and charisma. "And I've met a few others here as well. I was curious if Kansas had heard about his mother's death yet." Perhaps he should have been more subtle with that. Too late now. "My name is Jefferson; I'm the Patriarch in Phoenix Valley. I've never seen your pack, so I came to see what Geneva left behind." He raised a brow precociously.

Something about the male was strange to him. The way he held himself, the way he looked at him. Mahlouks large ears lay back on his head as his blank blue eyes watched the brown male. The scarred male was sure he felt Savina glare at his back when he spoke up. Maybe he shouldn't have? Was he not able to speak here either? Embarrassment consumed him and he dropped his gaze to the large brown teddy bear at his feet, still showing nothing of what he felt. He was sure the brown male was just as unhappy with his presence as the sable women behind him.

Sitting there with his gaze down cast and a blank expression he always carried on his scarred face. Mahlouk kept contemplating if he should just leave, but would that be worse then just sitting there? What if this stranger wasn't here on good intentions? Not that Mahlouk thought he was, he seemed more intent on talking. Mahlouk was far from a coward, he just didn't know how to sociolize well. Listening to them he learned this man was the leader of Pheonix Valley, one of the other packs, and that he knew and old pack member. All stuff that Mahlouk couldn't relate with.

He remembered the male Dwalia in AniWaya telling him he should look people in the eyes, that it wasn't rude to do so. Looking up at Jefferson again he had the urge to go closer to the male, but he staied put and didn't keep his eyes on him for long. Was there much here in Crimson Dreams? There was Jazper, his mate. Yet he didn't get to see him that often, so it left Mahlouk quit lonely. It wasn't anyones fault but his own. There were many wolves to talk to, become friends with, he was just to afraid to look for friendship and get rejection.

     Her name didn't quite strike a bell, but that went without saying. Jefferson had little to do with Crimson Dreams despite his title and status and tagalong he'd inherited as a pack member when she'd decided her old pack was too much. "She's... a whimsical soul," he shrugged. It was the only thing that came to mind that was appropriate in describing her to a former friend and leader. He supposed mentioning that she was a nagging, persistent little weed always prying for questions probably wouldn't have made much of an impression on the dark-colored girl. "As far as I can tell, she enjoys my land. I met her before she left you, but it was a few weeks later that she returned asking to stay. She's never given me a reason more than 'complications' of some sort, and though I've told her to go back... she won't. Figures she has a job to do or something." Savina didn't need to know what that job was, as it would have been more suspicious that Geneva had gotten so willingly involved with the Patriarch's daily life. Green eye shifted back to the white thing that sat beside her, for a moment regretting that he had nothing he could ask him. That one was awfully quiet.

     "Was she close to anyone here?" Why was he asking? He didn't care. Geneva was mad at him. He'd succeeded in pushing her away from his walls and pissing her off, but the guilt became mixed together with curiosity. Of course, Jefferson didn't care deep down. Of course not! Why would he ever care about some olive-eyed dreamer? He was just pretending to care. If Savina believed he did, perhaps she would feel more comfortable with the idea of the mangy cyclops leading a pack. Strange, though, how natural such pretending came to him. "Your pack seems quiet." Calm, to be more specific. Perhaps he was just used to the ramblings of DaVinci or the recent uproar between his pack and Inferni that always kept him on edge. Crimson Dreams, however... felt solemn.

     He shrugged and frowned, troubles ranging from pack members to Inferni quickly springing to mind. Phoenix Valley had a tendency to be laid back and out of the way; the other packs didn't usually make reason to bother with them. The only reason there had been such conflict with Inferni was because DaVinci himself had brought it about with his shortmindedness. In a way, Jefferson could empathize with Gabriel's frustrations, but still did not find that an excuse to forgive the Aquila for his outburst on foreign territory. "I don't see or hear of many from Crimson Dreams," he noted, rolling his shoulders leisurely. "I hope the same could be said of my members. I'd rather they keep to themselves in our territory than potentially cause trouble somewhere else." He made a face. Obviously, he knew exactly what he was talking about. "Myself included. I should go." He had some nagging questions for a particular female that suddenly seemed a lot more important than they had been before.