Deucalion may have been sixty years old but he was not nearly stuck in his ways as most his age. Music was enjoyable, and having been blind for song long ensured that the old wolf savored quite a broad selection of songs and artists too. When she inquired into his past the Alpha paused anew, earnestly trying to determine just what to say. Instead of lying though Deuc simply shrugged before speaking up at last. "Before Preys I had a few different hats that I wore; guide, leader to a group or two, and then a teacher of sorts. What of you, my dear Elena?"