He never thought very highly of himself, even as a puppy. He was always inferior to others, always the weirdo. He liked watching killers and studying the crime scenes they left behind, reading the blood pools like a good book he just couldn't put down. He knew it wasn't right. It never was, and yet he couldn't get enough of it. He couldn't stop. His obsession only grew as he got older until he was stalking killers for a new reason; to join their ranks as a killer himself. The only difference was his preference of victims: the killers themselves. Did Dexter have his secrets? Certainly. And he would keep them to his grave. But that didn't mean he couldn't also be open with others, at least, in a way.

He could see Elohim was fascinated with the beauty of Taviora as they walked. He smiled, proud of his homelands and glad he could share it with another. He took his time in answering the questions, not wanting to rush their interaction so Elohim could get the full experience of the forest pack. He listened as Elohim spoke of a single wolf that could make everyone happy. Dexter just didn't see that as a possibility. Power was a hot commodity and too many others would want a piece of the pie, no matter how good a wolf was at leading. There would always be those that thought they could do better.

He then spoke of Zelda and how easily she found alliances. Dexter nodded in agreement. "Yes, she is easy enough to please and she comes off as a very trustworthy wolf, even at first glance. She truly wears her heart on her sleeve. The makes her both a valuable leader and a vulnerable one, all at once, but she is much stronger than she lets on. Most can see that about her and they trust in it." He could see there were questions about his talk of communication. He waited for Elohim to gather his thoughts then listened as he spoke of Aranck and the Darkbringer. Dexter couldn't help the way his lip twitched at the idea of the two wolves he was glad to be rid of in Moladian. Aranck had done evil things and so had the Darkbringer. Both were kings of deception, though he felt Aranck was a little more straightforward on what he was going to do. He was more a wolf to say what he was going to do then do it while the Darkbringer was more about twisting words and wolves to his bidding.

In their own sense, both were bad for Moladian and bad for the packs. He couldn't help but shake his head with a chuckle before answering. "Perhaps. Maybe if they'd let on what they were up to, more wolves could have gathered up and brought them down sooner." Maybe not, but they'd never know now. He pricked his ears when Elohim said his father was collecting names of suitable leaders. Curiosity flickered in his gaze. "Oh? Interesting." He wondered what Elohim's father would do with such information. It could be something good, a source of knowledge, or it could just as easily be used as a target list in the wrong paws. Then Elohim asked if there were any honest wolves in the forest and Dexter tilted his head, thinking for a moment. "It wouldn't be an easy task. I can't say our own leader isn't about the closest Taviora has for open and honest. Or my own mate, but I could be a little biased in that regard." He smirked at the thougth of Tuari. She had always been nothing if not open and honest with him, even from the beginning of their friendship.