Just a note: Jefferson didn't touch the flute, he just looked at it. Also, don't worry about a next post, gonna close it up after this one, so you're free to start posting normally. Welcome to PV and 'Souls!
Surely his exchange with Angelique had been shorter and less informative than that of she and Geneva, but the Patriarch was not bothered. He trusted the olive-eyed woman's judgment and could be filled in on the other blanks at some later time, but for now the pack was open and welcoming to strays and strangers who were humbled at the borders. Jefferson nodded his head patiently as Angelique spoke -- he didn't know much about the territory or defunct packs that had once been there, but packs went defunct for a reason. Even if she had lived in the area some time before, that didn't much matter now.
"Works for me," he shrugged, satisfied with the small bit of history she provided. He had expected to hear of her birthplace or upbringing, but those notes could come later. "Find a place to sleep and introduce yourself to the other members if you see them. You'll start at the Loas rank, but with time you'll move up if we find you worthy of it. The land's beautiful, so look around." He smiled, then turned and started to leave, waving a stray hand over his shoulder. "Do some practice with the healing arts while you're at it. Let me know how it goes." Typical Jefferson exit: too leisurely to be worth even a proper farewell.