These days, it was no longer a search for achieving a rank that still had him thoughtful of those he had looked for before in search of answers to get him there, but rather a follow up that was his job. It could keep his mind off of a number of things going on recently, and that was not a bad thing. He had learned of his bloodline and the problems that could come of it if he wasn't careful (though thankfully Aithne was not one to judge him for it), and struggled with all the things he had been learning because of finding out about where he had come from. The issue with Diveen was considerably odd, though it made sense in a few different ways, and he had met another part of his family; one that seemed to be better than what he had first known of. He knew names and other things that maybe he should not, that it could be better to pay no mind to, but.. he had his reasons for not cutting ties.
He wanted to use his connections to protect Iromar and his way of life, to ward off Covet and whatever schemes that the male had. He knew that the treaty only went to Winter, and after that, there was nothing to stop anything for touching at Iromar. Except, Riot hoped, for him. That he could sway Covet from doing anything against those of the marshes. It was Riot's home and his packmates, and he was loyal to them, protective. He did not want anyone to shatter that, to take anything away from him. Of course with Andras' passing, Riot had noted the new opening of rank, the new name and what it was, and everything just seemed to gray out for him. The rank was changed and he could not aspire to it. All of Iromar probably knew that it would probably end up being the imprint's spot. Nothing against the male, but Riot's hopes were still crushed in more ways than one on the matter.
Doing this helped him to forget all of these things for the time being. It gave him a different kind of outlet, for now. Of course being in thought was hard to shake, even when hunting down different scents. In this way, Riot wasn't as observant as he should have been. The growl certainly surprised him and made him hop back slightly, but Riot was made of stronger stuff than his half mindless uncle, so there was no squirming to be done. He did quickly find the female who had made the sound, and pulled his defenses up just in case. Riot twitched at the marred sight of her, wrinkling his face up into a type of grimace, but he had seen it before and that was why he was here. "Are you against conversation, then? If so I will leave you be." There was that, Riot's attempt to allay the situation; but if she was going to be a growly mess, Riot wanted no part in that. He would much rather wash his paws of this idea and go elsewhere for information.
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