He had heard of what had happened. Azrael, had quite the lungs, and he was not afraid to use them. Yojimbo had taken it upon himself to linger in the area where the boy remained. His blue eyes had caught sight of him, lacking one very important piece of his head. The boy's ear had been completely ripped off. Yojimbo did not approach nor talk to the boy, but kept his distance high above. He did not want to disturb someone who needed peace in these times. He did not get to see the boy when the wound was fresh, nor did he get to see him up close in any way, but he saw him none the less. It is unfortunate to lose an ear, but by the jaws of pack? Yojimbo was disturbed. He wondered if the young boy had provoked the other male, or if it was indeed a random attack.

Since the death of Pompeii, Yojimbo had changed in many ways internally. He understood and felt the pain of loss. There was a bitter taste left in his mouth over the cat who killed his soul. Yet, it is violence that took his Pompeii. Not even the need to eat. Maybe she was too close to a mother's den, his Pompeii, but either way, she was killed in cold blood. He did not wish that upon anyone else, the pain of losing another. He would never set his jaw on the innocent to satisfy his anger. Yet, Yojimbo knew not why Devil attacked the boy. The details were hazy at best, and there was much for him to know. He had a feeling that Isola would come to him about this matter. It was a difficult one, especially since it is the father of Kane. A relative. There is a...bias there, a need to treat him potentially differently due to who he is. Yes, it would be very hard for the Queen and her King to decide the fate of one they have known for many years. Yojimbo did hope that they would come, to speak to him, for at least, he wanted to be heard. The fate of the trust of the pack rested in their paws, and truthfully, he did not want to be disappointed in their decision. He had grown up in pack life, but left it early on the wander the lands of Earth. He followed Isola for he believes in his ability to lead, to make good decisions. Yet, if Isola starts to stray, to go against what he felt she represented, he may have to go back to his life of wandering. Something that always whispers to him in his lonely nights, but he pushes away for life within the pack.

He was within his den, alone on this evening. Vega was important to him, she was his everything, and yet, he allowed her to stay close to Isola's family. She enjoyed it there, but she was always welcome to come live with him if she ever wish. His daughter did visit frequently, and he could already tell she was a naturally free spirit. He was not to restrict her to the confines of his den, and he would be forever grateful to Isola and Kane for taking care of her before she was able to eat meat. He was resting, eyes closed though he lay upon his belly with his head up. Meditating, some call it, but he just knew it as getting lost in his own mind. In the nothingness within. The sound of footsteps begin to penetrate the silence the surrounds him, and then their voices could be heard. His ear flickers as he hears, them speaking of the assassin's deciding. Slowly, his light blue eyes opened, viewing the opening of his den with the soft light of sunset flowing inside. He knew what conversation was ahead, and already, he was not...liking what he was hearing. This was not an issue that the assassins should handle, and they cannot push their problems onto another. They are the Alphas, and they need to make the difficult decisions.

He rose to his feet, his dark chocolate form pushing out of the den and into the presence of Isola and Kane. The male nods his head slightly at the two, closing his eyes during his nod before opening them again. He stood before them, at the mouth of his den, calm yet confident as he always was.

"You have come, to speak to me, of Devil. The wind carried your voices, to my ears. You speak, of assassins deciding, the fate of one who attacked pack...is this so? Are you wishing for my thoughts, Isola and Kane? I wish to know, the details, for I have only seen the boy with no ear, from afar." he said solemnly. His light blue eyes lingered from Isola to Kane, knowing it would be most difficult on the young male standing before him. It is his father, and no son wants to bring punishment upon one who cared and raised him from birth. Yes, it will be most hard on him, this Yojimbo knew, and he wondered how objective the male could be in times like this. He did not know Kane as he knew Isola, but Isola had chosen him as her mate. Yojimbo knew she must have good judgement, but even the most just of Kings can have trouble with their parents. Yojimbo hoped, he could give the most unbiased opinion on the matter. To see with eyes unclouded. To give perspective where a torn mind might get lost. He wished to present them with many options, and hopefully they would make a decision that is best for all...and yet, even Yojimbo did not know what that would be.