A bark had Avtandil spinning on his hindquarters to face the possible threat. Instinct and blood curled his lips over his fangs, his hackles rising as well. He did not growl or signal any threat, merely showed he would defend himself if it came to blows. Quickly his eyes flickered over the wolf who found him, trying to assess and gauge the situation. This was a pack wolf and he had, honestly, been trespassing on packland. While trying to find a way to spy on the neighboring pack. It would have been foolish to attempt to claim innocence in the situation, and he was too old to claim youth, naivety, and helpless dependence on a parent. He was, on all counts, guilty.

True to his mothers’ stubborn natures, Avtandil sat resolutely in his place, staking a claim to at least his own presence within himself. He would not dodge the question, nor try to lie his way out of it. I trying to find a way to sneak into Iromar. I was kicked out when the new Alpha rose. I left some things and I want them back. By ‘things’ he meant ‘family’, but he did not want to share with a stranger that his treasures were living, nor where exactly to find them. He was far more willing to endanger himself than to inform someone his family could be used as leverage against him. There had been little known information about Glorall, or the wolves that resided by the beach. Less about the man who led the pack. If he were to by an ally to Aranck, or in some way support the fall of Iromar, Avtandil would never endanger the others. At least not purposefully with his own youth or incompetence. Foolishness was no excuse for loss of lives.

His slate colored eyes locked onto the wolf who had found him. He clearly stated he had been doing nothing to impact her pack or her in anyway. He could easily become just a whisper that had merely crossed her path if she chose to let him leave. A stern warning would be enough to have him disappear. At least from her presence and the border of her pack. However, he was very well aware that with a single word, he could also be taken prisoner by the pack for whatever purposes they might think him useful for. He lifted his head and smiled, a daring that glinted across the dark stripe through one of his eyes. The next move was her’s.