Their first encounter with Brigit was not free of... tension, but then again few werewolf meet-ups are, especially when a new guy comes along and advises you to do things (even if he tries to be polite about it). That said, Allen counts that night as a success, in no small part because the Blood Talon agreed to speak with him further on her past allegiances.
The Pure Tribes were something of a hobby of Allen's, and the Izidakh were his favorite tribe, if you can call it that. Even studying the madness, sickness and fanaticism they hold in so high regard can be intoxicating... how much more so must it be to actually live it?
In the Tur, Allen waits. In a T-shirt and slacks - you gotta dress for the occasion, and Allen's imagination failed to produce a Suthar Anzuth who would appreciate a suit and tie. Questions race through his mind as the Storm Lord collects himself. He did not come empty-handed: there is one brown paper bag containing a number of burritos he bought in a place nearby (they're still warm!) and another bag with a bottle of Knob Creek and some plastic cups.
You just don't ask people to open up about their abusive, cultish parents on an empty stomach. That would be rude.