She didn’t seem to have learned anything from what he had said. Was she evening listening to him? Probably not, girls were rude creatures, it probably went in through one of her gross black ears and out the other. Feh. Why were girls even important to have around? Istas’s white eyes stared at her, if they had any sort of color they probably would clearly be showing the great roll of annoyance when she said asked about how packs were formed. Well giddy good for him he had the answer for her cause his mother Ruvindra was indeed the Original Alpha of Iromar. He knew, before Ishtar, you do not hear such information floating around. Some male named Baphmot or something beat her then went and died. No Ishtar ruled but Istas bet his mom could beat her down anytime she wanted.

”My Momma is the Original Alphess of Iromar, she made that pack what it is, got it going and she needed a lot of followers to be Alphess. You have no followers, you are just you.” He snorted, ”Plus I don’t think you could be having anyone follow you if you is not nice. Need followers you will have to be nice, ” He said grinning at her, it wasn’t exactly charming or sharp, he was quite average on those regards, not aided by the fact that he looked like a puffy snowball. His pure white eyes looked her over, she seemed to be having war with herself. She certainly wasn’t happy that he had told her the truth of the matter. Calling him not nice, she was funny, he was being quite nice until she had to be all bossy! The truth apparently could be used as a powerful weapon against these girls. Funny, wasn’t she taught to always be told the truth? It was better than lying.

He did not reply to her yelling, he simply shrugged and turned to leave as he had planned, he had only trotted a few steps away when he heard the strange girl calling back at him again. He stopped, turning his pure snowy white form around to look at her again, eyes narrowing on her slightly. She seemed to finally understand what he was saying. Playing nice now? So she would not be sincere? He stared at her long and hard for a few moments, appraising the value of her words and if he should indeed oblige. Something about her seemed a little desperate and he couldn’t help but feel a little bad for her.

”It is usually the Alpha who greets with their name first. But if you are wanting to know who I am, I am Istas. Can I know your name too?” He was trying to be nice after their little speed bump. Surely she could stick to her playing nice, and perhaps they could even somewhat get along.