Ferox couldn't help but notice that his travelling companion seemed slightly disturbed by the task at hand, her eyes narrowed with concern and her brow furrowed, deep in thought no doubt. The white male padded along quietly beside her, offering his large bulk as reassurance. He was, after all, her guard on this mission, and one he took fairly seriously. He had not had a chance to meet up with Azrael since he had been back, but he thought that his brother would be glad of his services in protecting his mate, especially since they were heading into a territory which everybody seemed to think was so dangerous. Andromeda smiled pleasently, keeping her eyes on the trail and setting the pace. Ferox did not break the silence, knowing the black female would speak when she was ready. He wasn't dissapointed. Just as the rolling meadows that topped Diveen began to change, growing soggy underpaw, Andromeda spoke. He turned to regard her as they went before replying, “No problem, Azrael is my blood which means that you are, too. I would give my life to protect you. Why? Have we reason to believe they wouldn't?”

He did not know much about Iromar, just that every wolf in Diveen seemed to both fear and hate the wolves that resided there. Terrible things must have happened in the past to make that so. He kept his guard up, disliking the change in scenery quite vehemently. His paws stuck to the muddy earth and the fog lodged in his throat, thick and clammy and humid, even on so mild a spring day. He couldn't imagine how any wolf would choose to live in such a depressing place. Andromeda roused him from his thoughts though, by replying to one of his earlier questions. Ah, so that was why Diveen despised Iromar so much. War. The mere word sent a thrill of excitement through his veins. It had been too long since he had clashed fang with a worthy opponent. Not to say he wished for war of course. He held the same hopes as Isola in this regard, that they could banish the threat of Iromar by making peace with its new queen who – and rumours travel fast through Moladion – was said to be reasonable and level-headed, “I wouldn't worry about that. I have heard only good things about the new queen. Still, it is always wiser to play on the safe side. However, as I said before, you need not look so worried, I am here for the sole purpose of ensuring your safety.” he puffed out his chest proudly, showing off the muscle that rippled beneath his fluffy white pelt, the russet sword-tip marks gleaming in the murky light. He truly was a magnificent sight, and he hoped his nearness would further serve to calm the frayed nerves of the femme who strode forward at his side.

Only when they had reached the musky scent-marks that set out the border did the pair halt, Ferox shaking his scruff to rid himself of the oppressively heavy feeling of the fog that weighed down upon his bulk. Andormeda kindly offered for him to call the alphess, and he nodded in agreement, copying her posture so that he too appeared neutral yet strong. Throwing back his head, he allowed the song of his ancestors to pour out from between his lips, heady and enticing. He ended his song with a smug grin, before letting his features fall. He knew he must appear the strong guard, but his intelligence and sharp wit refused to let him fade into insignificant brawn. He wanted to be a part of the peace talks, and he would ensure that he was.