[ male ] [ seven ] [ mateless ] [ imprintless ] [ of iromar ] [ covet x malina ]

Iscariot did not like to think much about where he had probably been born, where he knew he had been as a pup. He felt disdain about going anywhere near the place that had harbored such creatures as those who had pretended to be his parents, who had lied to him all that time. It made him uncomfortable to be near the place, and so for the most part, Riot stayed away from it. He would go there if Aithne needed information from the area, if she wanted one thing or another that had to do with it, but otherwise.. Riot would keep away and probably keep any personal issues regarding the place to himself. He did not need to talk about that stuff to anyone, because it had no hold with anything but himself. That was not good enough for important matters.

So with having no real knowledge on who his real parents were, there was nothing he could feel about the matter except for the bad parts. He felt that he must have been tossed aside by them, that he had not been wanted. It had caused him to be as ambitious as he was, to have set such high goals for himself, very high standards for so many things in his life. Or what eventually might be in his life. He does know a real sibling, Melek, but that was all he truly had to hold onto, blinded to the fact of bonds he did have to one of those who faked parentage. It had gone over his head and he hadn't given a thought to that. But his sister, she might still be out there somewhere. He would like to see her again, to know for sure that she was alive and doing well.

Maybe that would happen and maybe it would not, but for now he was focused on Iromar and the gathering of information. Of what he would much like to know. Things that would help him decide if this was indeed where he belonged. He had begun to feel that it was. He was just getting the feel of the members for now; the higher ranked wovles at the moment. Astaroth, the male had said his name was. Riot dips his head to show he heard the name; storing it into memory. At the question of what he wanted Astaroth's opinion on, he blinks. "The pack, leadership, anything." He responded lightly, perhaps just as confused, though on where that didn't compute to the male. Had he spoken in a complex manner? He tried to go over the questions in his mind, not sure.

Yet the answering from Astaroth told him that mostly it came over loud and clear as to what, though he suspected he had worded it where the male thought there was more to it than was described. He was speaking of change, that much had. That Iromar had once been violent, had a war, had theiving leaders, those that attacked others for fun. Riot stored the names for later thought. Yet Astaroth was saying that Aithne was not like that, and Riot silently agreed. And nodded, when Astaroth included the 'we' part into that statement. This was good. The change was working, it seemed. Riot was glad for that, because it was a good goal, and he was very supportive of that. And supportive of Aithne bringing the pack closer together, too. "Thank you for sharing that. I think the future looks bright for Iromar, don't you?" He asked evenly.