Let Loose, Get Freaky

It was clear his counter offer was one of much amusement, and he waited to see whether it would be rejected or accepted. She was silent for a bit, fiddling with that bag of hers, but finally she answered, and her barb made him chuckle. But, she made it clear that she would give the information, and he listened quietly. It was on herbs, which wasn't the most useful thing ever, but still good to know. He presumed they were dried in the same manner; left in the sun - though without salt. She offered as much as she could without devling into specific herbs and whatnot, and he nodded. Makes sense; one would have to have a deep knowledge of the herbs to fully understand the potential of storing and keeping them.

She fell silent then and stared unexpectedly, and he chuckled again. "Very well," he agreed. A deal was a deal, and he would not back out on that. "The pack I live in is called Myriad. It is led by a wolf named Rivaxorus II, who is not the brightest of wolves. It has a secondary alpha named Zephyra; she is my sister. It seems, however, that Rivaxorus consults her on little to nothing, though." Anger suffused his voice briefly - and on top of that, he practically forced her into marriage, he thought bitterly. That's what he would stand by; he could not imagine that Zephyra would agree to immediately marry the moment she became an adult without hesitation or pressure from Rivaxorus. She was smarter than that. "Rivaxorus is paranoid, and willing to throw out any wolf over a single disagreement. The pack is very roughly arranged; most of the ranks are in a foreign language that only he understands. You need to not only memorize the ranks, but what each does, and it's quite annoying to do. There's a plethora of ranks as well. I cannot see him being the best with trading; it'll probably be easy to take advantage of him, but I also don't see him opening his lands to you. He may insist that you swear some sort of oath that you will never go against the pack in any way, shape, or form. He also may insist you be an ally in order to remotely consider it. His is not a pack that can stand on it's own - he relies on others and is allies with most packs." He paused, thinking briefly. "He's also one to immediately jump into 'will you have an alliance with me?' without even getting to know the other alpha - I do not know this for certain, but this is the vibe I get. After all, how could he be allies with so many packs in such a short span if that was not the case? I know he has direct ties with one - Fiori. He is far from a good leader, though many of the pack place loyalty in him simply because he is the leader. The lands Myriad reside in are called the Weeping Woods and Sea's Plains. The Weeping Woods is a small, serene grove of willow trees. It has lots of prey, as well as plenty of streams. It's a fertile land. The other land, the Sea's Plain, is a plain that floods with every incoming tide with brackish sea-water. It'd be a good land for preserving meat; it gets plenty of sunlight when the tide is not incoming and there's often enough water to cover a large carcass." This is when he stopped, and adjusted his seating position before eyeing Peregrine. "I trust that sufficed?" If it didn't, he didn't know what the hell could. He gave more than what she asked for.

"Speech" "You"