When she went on about the herbs, he considered it with a tilt of his head. He lifted his hand in exasperation and shrugged. "All right," he said, indicating for her to lead the way. Perhaps if they were herbs he could use, he would not be so hostile but it all depended on whether or not they were the right ones. In the meantime, she went on about the packs though she did not seem so sure. When she pointed in the directions of the said packs he turned to look each way as if he could see them laid out before him but he was met with nothing but grass and trees and little else.
"All wolves?" he questioned when she did not mention anything about the species of these lands. He ran into few coyote tribes and more wolf packs than he cared for but he never got too deep in them that he regretted what he was doing. Instead, he just kept on going because he knew none of the tribes would suit him and he doubted—even if there were any here—that he would stay with them. He was too bitter about his own home to put a loyalty anywhere and if they were true, he had no real offer to give the future if he could not produce male children.