Ravine's story did not sound like a very pleasant one, though Rune felt his own curiosity and suspicions grow. He had always supposed Valhalla to have been a strong and sustainable pack, and had suspected the place within the west where they heralded from to be bountiful and capable of feeding those within their borders. What must have happened to drive their hunters beyond their borders so that they would miss the call to arms and the subsequent loss that the pack faced in the aftermath of that fight? He wished not to be suspicious or distrusting, but Rune's calculating mind was simply not something that would sit still when presented with any tidbit of information.
Still, he was not sure the kind of expression that the dark colored male expressed could have been construed on the spot. There was a certain unshakable honesty that seemed to be an identifier of the Valhallan pack, and he suspected that was what he was seeing here too. They were soft in that sense, too honest for their own good. Perhaps that was what Viridiana had exploited when she had targeted them he wondered, though very quickly he banished the thought. Understanding Viridiana was not something he wished to do; he was done with that side of his family. Their motives no longer mattered.
Which left him free to decide what it was he was going to do about this rogue Valhallan traipsing so close to his home. A part of him was still unconvinced that this wolf would prove to be an asset or if he would prove to be as helpful as Freyr had been. The last thing he needed was to take in another wolf only to have them desert the pack at the first sign of being put to work for their community. But at the same time, he had his own unmistakable soft spot for those associated with the pack that had taken such good care of his mate before she had officially become his...
"Do you have interests in joining a pack?" Rune questioned, angling his head to peer somewhat sidelong at the male through his narrowed blue stare. Secretua still did need more Hunters. And Scouts. And Guards. Hell, they needed more numbers, period. A poor leader he would have been to simply turn away a stranger for only a suspicion if he would be willing to pull his weight.
