Whinnie kept a static face, not finding the need to smile. she hadn't had much time to really get to know DaVinci and maybe it was time to. Sitting down she listened to his manner and nodded gently. He was a lot like Jefferson and his grumpy mood, which made Fred smirk slightly before responding. "Non, monsieur I just wished to know my pack mate." She said it with a slight grin. If anything Whinnie just wanted to understand the two men who ran this pack. She wanted to know what made them so grumpy all the time, and why so few resided in phoenix valley.
Bowing her head gently she remembered the death not so long ago and found this would be the chance to know about it. "I'm Sorry about the death, though who was the women who passed monsieur?" Curiosity was part of her, that and peicing together the story.