Arturio was never a wolf who required power or even domination over others. He had always been the sort to try and do right by others. How things had changed in his world in a place where there were so many more unknowns. His bond to Nari was among those things. Of all the things in the world, he was surprisingly amendable to whatever she desired, though she never asked anything that he was never unwilling to give. If it was what she wanted. It was a strange notion, that the swamp demon to the south held such a binding to Azariah, but their relationship was strictly negative. It did make him wonder about the nature of imprints and imprinting, but never so much that he ever thought much more of it.
He was glad Nymeria was at least listening, no doubt going over his words and all possible meanings and all possible outcomes. Such was the nature of leadership. Whatever he decided, he would not begrudge her in any way. They were like-minded in that he knew she would do what was best for her pack first. A sign of a good leader, and no doubt this meeting would be brought to her sister after his departure.
Arturio's lips tugged at a smile, inclining his head respectfully at her willingness to offer such aid.