Just in case he'd run into this King of the court, it would be good to know that he was the Alpha. Trent knew something about kings and queens, from the fairytale stories that his parents had told him as a child, but he did not know that there were wolves, let alone these strange luperci, that lived as though they were from one of those fairytales. Instantly Trent wondered about knights, but he did not ask about it. Instead he just listened to Alder, who said that most leaders liked wolves who could contribute. Truthfully, Trent was not so sure that he could. Besides being a good hunter, he didn't really have anything and on top of that, his shifting was still foreign, painful and sudden, and maybe it'd never get normal. What then?
Alder's next question caught Trent off-guard, since he'd nearly forgotten asking about eligible girls before. He'd mostly just done so to avoid any suspicion that he might not be entirely normal. Oh! Uh, not exactly, but... Something like that, I guess.
Trent didn't sound like he was very eager to elaborate. It wasn't hard to guess that there was some ulterior reason why Trent hadn't just left his parents' pack and home, but had snuck out in the night so that they wouldn't know he was leaving. Because he just hadn't been able to face them.