I don't wanna talk, I wanna be alone

Her question went unanswered. The only indication she might be perturbed by that fact was the way her nose wrinkled just slightly, trying to figure out his intentions. Tethys's orange gaze surveyed his face still, searching for any scraps she could use to piece together the puzzle of this man. Nothing seemed to click together though, no matter how hard she focused.

Even if she didn't quite understand him, at least she could give him some information. The Armada was no secret, and she had no qualms sharing a bit about her birth pack.

"We're one of the oldest and strongest packs in Boreas," she boasted. As far as she knew that was true. "We allow wolves from all walks of life to join us but expect everyone to contribute as well as they can, within their abilities. We boast a strong army as well. The Armada is also open to trade - our markets are always full," Tethys explained. All things that were true and public knowledge. "We inhabit the northern section of the mountain range north of this place." And the cove, and the forest, but she figured that was more than enough information if he chose to seek them out,