it's fun to break hearts

He would have answered her comment, but when Castiel heard mentions of packs he found his attention drawn away from anything she'd said previously. He waited, breath held, for her to mention Valhalla. A soft hiss escaped him when she stopped, saying nothing about his homepack. Were they gone, then? And then she continued, speaking of Valhalla, and for a moment, he could feel excitement building, and then it was gone. Taken over? Did that mer someone had challenge for Valhalla? Or had a new Alpha stepped up? What did she mean?? But if she didn't know, there was nothing that Castiel could ask.

Castiel had to force himself to take a few breaths before he spoke. There was no use in him peppering her with questions about his family when she clearly knew little about Valhalla's current state. "Do you know where Valhalla currently makes its home?" His voice was surprisingly even considering the wild swirl of emotions in his mind. "There are many new packs, it seems, Miss Wren." Castiel wasn't sure how many of them were simply new because he had not paid any attention to them when he was a pup, and how many were actually new packs. His father would have known more.

Castiel tilted his head a little, eyeing the multicolored female with vague curiosity. "And what is Ludicael like, miss?" the question fell from his maw with an idle curiosity - he wasn't entirely sure he cared, but he didn't want to seem rude and simply talk about Valhalla for the duration of their conversation.

"Speech"