Tyrion knew he would have to find his own way for now, though he imagined things would work out in the long run. His mismatched eyes drifted here and there as he padded along the Grotto. He was still taking to exploring the region, learning of it so that he might be of better use to whatever pack he might decide to call home. The one called Spriane certainly had potential. Plus, there was at least one pretty girl there, even if she didn't hold any interest in him. A smile played on the diminutive brute's maw as he moved along with an unnatural looking grace for his size.

The golden blonde wolf was lost to his own thoughts, noting landmarks, ideal hide-holes, and the like. As he did, that uncanny feeling of hunger struck him. A low grumble from his stomach. A sigh escaped Tyrion. At this point, he'd have to hunt for himself. Perhaps he should have taken up that offer to visit a pack before. It was his own fault. As he chastised himself, a sound caught his attention. Food? His ears flicked, swiveling to focus on the voice. Just listen? Ah, that was easy.

Tyrion padded towards Aster. Even she was a pretty sight. Of course, the imp-ish brute was not exactly picky either. "Then speak, for we are all quite eager to here," it was a bold, somewhat empty statement, considering only one other had arrived before him. Tyrion glanced briefly to Avtandil before his mismatched eyes went from the larger female to her catch. True it would be cold by now, but something was better than nothing to an empty belly. At least it wasn't scavenging, he told himself.