Do you have a sense of humor?

The west was the most desolate place these lands had to offer. There were rarely any wolves wandering around here, and possibly because of the Summer heat. Something, he had never been fond of. However, just because he didn't like something didn't mean he could deal with it for gaining the information he was in need of. With all the things Liar was expected of, there was never a dull day of the strange decisions he may have made. He left his sons and daughters in good hands, so it was expected of him to start new elsewhere. The question was would he reign here as well or remain one of those underlings that seemed to quake in fear most of the time. As the man carried himself across the grass, about ten feet away would stand a female. It made Liar stop, wrecking his mind about how he would approach her. His nose filled with a scent he could only assume was that of a pack.

With his posture, he never did look like he cared about much. Expressionless and emotionless eyes staring at the woman. If he did choose to speak with her, she could provide him with some sort of information as to the pack she was in. It could be placed on the back burner for further notice, or he could just wait for her to notice him instead and let her engage in whatever conversation she wanted. Liar was a bit blunt though, oblivious to jokes and possibly a bit boring to most. Unless he did something odd, which was what he did at times. Liar would shut his eyes for a moment before opening them again. He was not trying to hide his presence, so he would appear to be in plain sight.