Well, at least she seemed glad enough for company, even if it had been the company of a stranger. For that, he was thankful. All too often Elohim often found himself quickly finding trouble, or at least quickly stepping on a toe or two, so it had to be a good sign that Iromar’s Monarch was a welcoming kind of woman. It had always felt awkward to show that same kind of openness, but Elohim did his best to give his best attempt at a charming grin as his own tail gave several slow waves. The effort, he supposed, was the most important part of the performance, and not so much the execution.

It didn’t take long for the truth of the matter to be revealed – and that was beyond who either of them was or why he had come. No, the truth was far simpler, and far more likely to make Elohim give a true and honest grin – which he did. His brows raised as he leaned closer and took a long, hard look at the doe, the mud and Avery beside it all. He gave a small laugh when he did in fact see just how deeply entrenched in the mud the doe had managed to become – had Avery been so swift in her kill that she’d not even given the doe an opportunity to force its own way out of the mud? Efficient, he thought, but not entirely the easiest path to take.

He straightened and bowed his head then, though this time it was obvious that it was part in jest. "Who could deny a damsel in distress?” He gave her a teasing grin, happy to have been able to shake off the initial...strangeness of simply waltzing up to a pack’s border like he had. "Are there any particular areas I best know about before I end up swimming with the doe?” He began to move about the pool then, cautious with his steps as he tested the mud and marsh-soil. Glorall taught a wolf a certain kind of caution when it came to rocks, but not so much mud that seemed to be just as hungry as eveyr other predator. He wondered how quickly it might swallow he and the doe up...but was quick to dismiss the thought as he came to stand on the opposite side of the doe as Avery. The creature was sprawled between them, and he leaned out once more to get a better look with a hm of thought.

"We best try to...how to say? Shake it free from the mud. All the pulling in the world and we’d be more likely to rip the creature in half, I do think.” He looked towards her with a sharp tilt of his head, curious as to whether his assertion had any merit at all. After all, he had limited experience with fighting mud for food, but he imagined it was much like freeing something from collapsed stone or soil - the doe was but some massive root of an unseen tree. If they wanted her out, they’d have to work hard to reclaim her from the ground.