If anything, it was his duty to have an understanding of what happened within the freelands of Moladion. To pledge loyalty to an Alpha of the packs would surely have Blackthorne’s fangs clashing around his throat. There would be no play and no test of skills in the attack, it would be a punishment for disobedience and disloyalty. A punishment Zharko was sure would be death. Harsh relationship and constant trials aside, the silver and shale boy still owed the darker wolf something. Their relationship an odd twisting of companionship, trust, and respect. Their ‘romps’ were bloody, and after each both sported new badges of honor, but by the end they still stood by each other’s side.

There had been a shift, however. Ever since the spring gathering, there had been more that Zharko had wanted out of life. When he had found his sister again, he had been given reason to exist again. His heart clenched in his chest, a feeling of breathless need to protect her. And the girl… The need to be near both of them brought him to a halt and he tried to refind his standing. There was nothing else in this world he wanted more than to ensure their safety and happiness. Taking another deep, steadying breath, he hid his thoughts from his face and continued on, making his face as dark and as blank as the shadowed rocks he entered.

Fate had led him to Grimorie again and the woman caught his interest. Whether sanctioned by his leader or not, Zharko had come to the conclusion he was going to keep an eye on the dark female. Not only because her mind fascinated him, but because he had also been paid to her as well. The whispered following her dark pelt grabbed at him and nipped at his spirit like fleas to flesh. Wolves for hire, wolves for pay. Whether Blackthorne knew about this gathering or not, Zharko made the decision to gather the information and bring it back to him if need be. Otherwise, it would be information he could keep for himself.

He followed the tracks of the female, paying no heed to the others joining her. Of course there would be other wolves at this gathering. Once in the clearing, his red eyes glanced around those gathered and he plopped down to the side, close enough to have it be known he was part of this meeting. Being a pup, and a runt, he was surely the odd man out. The scars on his face and his left ear in tatters however, proved that young and small as he was, he had tested his metal.