The call rings forth as he sits on the edge of their den site, his head turns backwards to look at where Ruvindra and the pups lay, the bristles of his back begin to stand upwards as the scent of Diveen filters through his nasal cavity and into his brain. Registrating that a wolf was here, that it was a he, that he was from Diveen, and that he wished words with Ishtar. A low growl left his lips, Vainglory trotted towards him and looked up at him. "Who is it father?" he asks taking a seat and cleaning the small bits of mud off his legs. He seemed to be the most spotless of the brood and yet, Istas nearly rivalled him at times. "A Diveen wolf... you stay here with your mother. Don't let anyone come near her," he knew that even if the three pups ganged up on one wolf that they wouldn't be able to do much, but atleast the ruckus would alert him and he'd leave whatever problem arouse to be at her side.

Vainglory nods his head sharply, he was the apple of his mothers eye and he tried his best to stick as close to her as possible at this time, he scooted back to the others and told them what was going on before turning around just in time to see Paldor's tail whisp through the bushes and vanish.

Paldor had not waited for his son to return to his mate before he'd left. He would deal with Diveen, those wolves needed to understand how a peace treaty worked. He had no clue that a wolf had been stolen, much less a pregnant one. Not that he'd have said much against the matter. For no one knows the real reasons such things are done. Perhaps it was a breeding gone wrong. No one really knows. As he makes his way to the boarder he runs things through his mind. Like what he'd like to do, it was to bad their treaty hadn't been writen down so that he could shove it down which ever wolf decided to call upon Iromar's Bloodmouth in such a manner. He is not the first to make it there, and thus he does not come out from the underbrush just yet. He wants to see how the Bloodmouth handles this man, this Kane. He knew him. Nothing gets past Paldor these days, the Mystic see's all and knows all. That and he's a very effective sneaky individual. Few know he's coming when he is right behind them. The male speaks of the treaty. Of the female that had been stolen. About justice being served. About controling the wolves of Iromar. About wasted time.

"Nothing would suite me better, than to know how you wish to deal out justice to your own kind" he states matter of factly, his body moving free of the leaf matter. He stands taller than usual, his tail flicked high over his back, ears perked forwards slide back slowly to lay against his head. He would rip this man's throat out right here and now if he didn't fall back on his own questions for answers. He moves to sit next to Ishtar. His pale white eyes, pupil-less stare with even more intensity than they've ever stared at anyone. No blinking. No movement of the muscles of his face. He is stonic as he stands there, emotionless on the outside but a rolling thunder of hatred boils underneith it all. Impassable gaze seems to bore into Kane's eyes of blue and gold. He is older than this male so if he thinks to even attempt one step within Iromar, towards Ishtar, towards anyone Paldor would deal out the justice that was owed to him and his family. He is silent though, other than the first statement. He didn't know if Ishtar knew of what happend to Ruvindra and her son, a Diveen resident himself, and the crazed wolf that had attacked them. And they called Paldor insane.


"this is how he talks."
the voices of mom, duchess and charming.
paldor's own thoughts.