trouble will find me

"You're a pack rat, aren't you? I can smell it on you like blood, all your friends... Why don't you come join me for a while and tell me a little bit about it?" Well...that was an interesting way to put it. He eyed her, gauging her. Trying to figure out if she had any ulterior motives. Even at her request to join her, he remained where he was and sat there instead. He fixed his gaze on her, watching her movements. "Yes, I am part of a pack. Abaven, the oldest and longest standing pack in the lands." He sat tall, gaze unwavering as he watched her. "And you? Your scent tells me you must be just a common rat.." Yes, he dared test her. He didn't like being called a rat.