The male stands stiff before Avery, dismissive almost of her presence. It is a good thing, then, that he has not stepped across the boundaries as of yet nor did he try to assert his own sense of dominance. Aithne had forced him here yet she would not tarry in kicking him out if he wanted to create a ruckus. Then again subduing him might teach him a lesson. Maverick is a warrior - his very attitude and posture declares it. It is to his credit that he does not flaunt himself before them with threatenign words and evil intentions. The memory of the white fiend Jaidah comes to mind quickly while her emerald eyes scour acros the bloodstained male. He is nothing like her and Aithne did not wish to see the alabaster female gracing the edge of Iromar again after her assault upon one of Aithne's own wolves.

She pins him to the spot when his eyes meet hers and his lips twist in some half illusioned smirk or grimace. Honestly, Maverick is rather confusing. Was he angry to be here or simply a brusque attitude? Certainly she can appreciate such an attitude for she had not kept much of her mind from Andras when he was ruler. It was a thing to be appreciated even if it was off-putting to some. Avery doesn't look too upset by it though but she was the Commandant after all. Aithne would not have put her there if Avery couldn't handle such behavior and her friend had never failed her.

His voice is like thunder coming from such a dense chest and her ears turn away at the loud sound of it for a moment. Lips twitch in her own half smirk as well. Indeed, Iromar did not care much for what anyone thought of it. The land rewarded those who were of ready body and sound mind. "You are a warrior without a cause," she immediately answers, lifting her tail in a dominant position even as she dips her head towards Avery who slips away. Now Aithne steps forward with an appreciative gleam in her eyes. "Yet I have not seen you killing for the sport of it. That tells me you are of a sound mind, at least in some aspects. You are wasting your talents running around without a pack. At least for the next two weeks of your life I can put your skills to good use, or just show you the potential that you have."

Maverick. How fitting it was. Would his mind fit his name? Maybe pack life wasn't what he wished for. Still, his warriors build and the attitude he displayed of being one to get stuff done, well it was no real question as to why she had chosen him. Only time would tell if he was one worth all her attention to recruit or if he was another dull fish in a murky pond. "Ah Maverick. Do you think my actions foolish?" Her coarse voice is curious as she tilts her head and stares at him with disconcerting intensity.