Isaac raised an eyebrow. "You- the one wandering around in the snow, looking... well, I don't know, lost- you're not lost? Excuse me for thinking so." He said, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. He really had no time for those who would refuse his help, but it had been an executive order from the Queen herself that these pups must be found. Perhaps it was because they were the same age that he had little respect. Isaac wasn't cruel enough to simply leave and abandon him in the snow, though perhaps if the boy were a little smarter and not so full of himself, he could have easily found his way by himself.

Alas, Isaac was condemned to help those who were too stupid to accept it. It was simply the life that had been given to him- his calling. It seemed that perhaps the stranger wasn't as moronic as he had thought originally when he turned and seemed to reconsider the offer of help. "Queen Daenerys has called for all able-bodied wolves of Spirane to find you and your lost siblings. There is a rendezvous point that I can take you to- seeing as I know my way around and you have been going in circles." He wasted no time with placation, simply cocking his head before turning around and walking back the way that he had come originally. He would lead this boy to the clearing, and that would be the extent of the help that he would get.

He glanced back only briefly to make sure that the stranger was following him, before speaking again. "My name is Isaac, by the way. In case you wanted to thank me." He said gruffly. No. No thanks were ever given. It came with the territory.