He could feel it even though he didn’t look at Pine to see her reactions. His attention, like Pine’s had been set upon his cousin, garish eyes not leaving the auburn fem while she sniffed the branch and then clearly knew the scent. At first his heart and stomach felt like they had become vast and cold. Dropping from their respective areas until Zelda further explained herself… She was a prisoner here. That made a lot more since, and especially seemed to explain why she might have tried to frame them. Though Cenmatl wasn’t sure if that was a goal of the woman’s who had killed Eleanor. She still had the scent, if she had been here as long as her cousin said she had it might have just been more stealthy of her to wash the scent. After all she left all this trail behind her. It didn’t make since if she was trying to frame someone or if she was truely a skilled assassin. She would want to be a loner, or disguise herself as another land that had no association with her. So why was she so… well, careless?

Cenmatl wasn’t as hot headed as his Mate and Imprint was. He was calmer much more pensive, absorbing everything trying to figure out the why before letting emotions take over. Perhaps part of it was simply that he wasn’t as close to the wolves of Iromar as Pine was. She grew up around them, was invested in them far more than he was. Terrible as it sounded right now it was proving helpful. He was certain if it dealt with wolves he was closer too he would have been upset, but then again, he had been just as calculating with Moteuh. He wasn’t sure what made him this way. He had always had a more calm approach about death than most it seemed, though he had things like forgetting everything he knew on his mind a lot. For now, all he could do was focus on Zelda, he could see her shrinking down, blaming herself, her uncertainty in her decisions leading up to this.

Pine though he could feel was boiling over. Her tones filled with venom as she repeated the name of the guilty party or parties involved. It was true… a wolf of Diveen as of late had been causing them some issues to say the least, but for what reason he couldn’t say. They really needed to go to them before things got out of hand, but something told Cenmatl that this was that point. Maybe he should go himself, Pine might say something she might regret but Cenna thought maybe he could at least glean answers… Later. Soon as he was done here, he would hurry to Diveen without telling Pine. He was alpha after all, he had to do his part and if it meant getting some answers well he would do just that. Maybe it wasn’t too late, maybe he could fix this before it went too far. Perhaps Diveen’s leader, much like Zelda, had no idea such things were transpiring.

”Don’t be sorry. There was no way you could have know this would have happened.” He said reassuringly, though his reassurance he was certain fell on deaf ears. Zelda was strong, but not, she was a mixed bag of giving what she could to everyone around her and stripping pieces of herself onto others. He knew she was working hard, and every time a trial seemed to pass another one would come to her door step. Maybe, just maybe he could have her come along with him.

She asked what they would do with her and it seemed finally Pine couldn’t contain herself anymore. She snapped into the air exclaiming that she was going to get down to the bottom of this. ”Pine, I know you think that this is happening on purpose. But it’s… too convenient.” He said softly too her, ”If you look at this objectively there was no reason for her to try to frame the only wolves who likely knew who she was. Why would she want to be found? There was something more… Diveen, the missing piece of the puzzle. How did they fit in, and to what end did manipulating Arace fit into this. He had to go talk to Orion. There was no choice.

More reasons to not want to involve Taviora came to Zelda’s lips. The reason she couldn’t truely do anything to Arace. Understanding hit him like a moose kick. Imprints. He couldn’t imagine what he would do to protect Pine if she had ever done something like this. His bond to her was stronger than anything he could have ever imagined for himself. He knew if he wanted he could follow his bond and forever it would lead him straight to her. He learned that bonds had differing ‘strengths’ he guessed he would call it, but again this seemed a poorly thought out assassination plot if Arace didn’t want to be caught.

”We will need to find her first before any of that. Do you think her imprint would help us? Or hinder us? I can only imagine how he will feel once he finds out.” Cenna’s bright pupiless eyes moved to Pine. ”I greatly empathize for him, but if his bond is anything like what I feel for Pine then he would be invaluable in helping both our packs reign her back in.” He said his tail flicking lightly gaze wandering back to Zelda, he would think of some way to make this right. Coza had instilled being peaceful to both of them. A fair trial he was certain would only mean death for the female. Life was precious regardless of the wolf, he heard the Stories of how Coza fought on numerous occasions one of the oldest and most well known cannibals, Tobias. Coza never wanted to kill him despite how many lives he took. Death only brought more death, the chain had to end somewhere… That was what his grandfather had always preached, but he knew how Pine probably preferred to handle things. He fell silent going back more into himself thinking of what he could do.