On a certain level he was surprised by her willingness to share not only information about her own pack but also the ones in the area. Perhaps it was only that living in Tartok had instilled a wariness in him, giving out information like this about Tartok would have likely put any of it's members in line to be disciplined by Siku. He did not like to think what might be done to an outsider that somehow managed to gather information on Tartok and then divulge it to others.

Of course, he wasn't really a part of Tartok anymore. There was no pack to protect, no army to raise. Just him and Hush who had become more than capable over their long months of travel – she hardly needed him, if she did at all. No need for secrecy, no enemies to defend himself against. He listened to what she had to share without any comment upon it, waiting for her to finish speaking and thinking over what she had to say as he filed away what he considered to be the most vital.

“It seems there are more of our kind living here than I realized.” He commented, almost idly – which was rare for him. Generally whatever he had to say involved direct purpose. “Does it not cause conflict?” He asked, this time more obviously curious. He was familiar with life in a crowded, prosperous valley – it seemed that there was always potential for conflict when enough of any species ended up sharing close quarters.

Easily she admitted that the wolves here were no more saints than any other type of their species that Jericho was familiar with. For an instant he wondered if that made this place a better match for him than most – after all, he hadn't exactly been living a peaceful and easy life. Battle and fighting had been as much a part of his duties in Tartok as any other part of survival and life before that hadn't always treated him kindly either. Not all of the scars he bore had been gained in hapless accidents and it was true that were he to offer up his marketable skills to a potential leader that his ability to scrap would be among the ones he listed. He couldn't decide if he liked that about himself or not. None of this was voiced to Anastasia though, it didn't seem likely that she'd want to know any of that about him. Or maybe it was simply that he would prefer her not to know it.

“Which is better for all, overpopulation can be hard on even the strongest packs.” This simple agreement was all that he could think to offer her – he was likely a very boring sort of company, especially since he'd never been much of a conversationalist. In a way it made him vaguely uncomfortable – Hush had taught him enough of regular company with her presence alone that he knew he was a little bit lacking when it came to entertaining others. Still, he didn't apologize for his shortcomings like proper and polite society might have pushed him to do. Instead, with nothing to say really, he simply contented himself to stretch into a more comfortable position. He was apparently at ease stretched beside her in the sun on the mossy stone beneath them.