"Are some from hunting?" He wasn't certain what he was expecting really. He thought fighting, but then again, prey was probably equipped to be nasty in their own way. Scars told a story after all, even if he had no idea how to read those particular ones. His own were covered in his clothing... except the two across his face.

"Do you have... well, kids?" How maternal and paternal were they? It was awkward and he probably shouldn't have asked, but this was honestly the weirdest and best conversation he had had in a long time. No pitying looks. No silent questions.

"That's fair enough. How long have you had that territory?"