He didn't know who all had decided to stay in Iromar but more power to them, or in his opinion, less power. Look at what the younger wolf was missing out on. Cuirass was stealing wolves left and right for his new alpha. She was pleased with him. The swamp pup just wished he had something like that in Iromar. He didn't know if Boneskull had gotten out or not but figured he wouldn't want to stay for that crap either so where had he been? Wandering around in the free lands? Cuirass knew he could handle himself but Boneskull was still in training in his opinion. He needed to stay closer to home, meaning in this respect, closer to Cuirass himself. If he had to steal that sucker to get him back where he could keep an eye on him, Cuirass would make sure he stayed in shape enough to do some damage, especially for losers like his sister who made fun of him.

He didn't know who peed in that girl's cheerios but she had some problems. In his family, blood was everything. Demonican's protected their own. Yet that family was all kinds of screwed up. The siblings all seemed to hate each other. The sister acted like she would like nothing more than to eat Boneskull's heart out and the brother was just as bad. Apparently their parents were screwed up and it passed on in the genes to the kids. Good thing Cuirass was around to set Boneskull straight before he went in that direction too. Now he may need to do it again. Where had that boy gotten off to? He couldn't be hiding far. When he heard someone running up on him, he snapped his head around just in time to see Boneskull himself barreling toward. Ah, so he had heard- oh...that's right. Whoops, forgot he was deaf.

Well, one of his sixth senses must have chimed at him or something. But...he sort of looked angry. Cuirass furrowed his brows but then Boneskull was upon him, snapping his jaws and Cuirass back stepped from his bites, snarling himself as Boneskull managed to grab some fur on his chest and pull. "Hey, that takes a while to grow back, cut it out!" At Boneskull's qustions, he snorted and rolled his eyes, making sure Boneskull was looking at him before he spoke. "If you'd looked for me when that little pipsqueak took over, you'd know. I went to Asteraia, the pack I was born in. A new chick is in charge and she's not too bad. I've been stealing wolves left and right." He puffed up his chest in pride and lifted his head. But then he caught a whiff of Boneskull's fur and jerked his head back, wrinkling his nose. "What about you?! Where have you been?! You smell like...springs and fresh air and crap. Were you in the mountains or something?"

He raised a brow and stomped his paw, waiting for an answer. Then Boneskull brought up a honeymoon and he couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head before he shrugged. "Well, you know. If you've got it, you've got it. And I've most definitely got it. She's my mate now." He wasn't ashamed to admit it. At Boneskull's poke about Blackthorne killing him, he growled, his lips curling back in warning. "Is that the little prick's name? I've just been calling him swamp trash, or whatever else comes to mind that fits him. Guess it fits, since he's definitely a thorn in my side. And that pup couldn't kill a wet leaf, let alone this mountain of awesome."