I don't wanna talk, I wanna be alone

Ronan wasn't quite sure how to answer that, felt like he ought to hold his cards close against his chest. Conceal them amongst his fur. He shrugged, massive shoulders rolling as his wings tucked tighter, muscles tensing automatically with the motion. Not really something he had to think about. Now he thought about it, he knew next to nothing about any of the packs here, had a few run ins with pack wolves of course, but the political and social climate of this place was unknown to him. He'd made a point of effort to keep out of the way, but he knew it couldn't last forever, that eventually something would have to give.

"What's this pack like then?"