Arturio's presence in Spirane was purely diplomatic. He might not hold a pack, but there was still that concern... That threat of Iromar. No matter what the other packs did, Arturio had full intentions of either being rid of Blackthorne, or at least driving him so far into his hole that he did not ever dare try and leave it. The white male wanted to give a home pack to those native to Iromar, who wanted to go back but under more reasonable rule, to be able to do so.
Yet, since he no longer held Asteraia, his stance remained fairly neutral. No signs of his former dominance, but not signals of submission either. His emerald gaze drifted about, waiting patiently for the approach of someone he might speak to. Or at least bring him to who might speak with him. Arturio remained standing. He might have been standing for minutes or hours. He didn't really care to track the time, but he would not sit. It made him feel idle lately to do so.
There was an ever so slightly wave of his tail as someone approached. The White Knight's nose twitched at her scent, her statement confirming who she was, Bewilderbeast of Spirane. Arturio inclined his head respectfully to Nymeria.