He was angry.

He never really disliked or liked Pine, she wasn’t a bad leader at the very least. The small Queen had left him to his own devices, his issues, and agreed to let him try to train yet… It was all for nothing now. He had heard just after arriving that things had changed in Iromar… It hadn’t been but a day since he had left and things had changed, but that was very much like how his father had taken over, and how his father had been killed and changed as well. What goes around comes around he guessed. Pine lost her pack because she cared about her children. His father had been assassinated by Pine and he didn’t give a shit about what happened to them, or anyone, but himself. His father had killed the previous Alpha by striking her in a moment of weakness… Iromar was bloody, but it was where he was born and where he wanted to be, but…. Zanon couldn’t follow a wolf who was… well, admittedly was a bit like him. Zanon didn’t think he would stoop quite so low though… Blackthorne had no tact and already packs were buzzing with the news and angry about how his take over had happened. Zanon wanted wolves to make him powerful around him, or to at least validate how ‘good’ he could be. After all, being a manipulative asshole like his father would get him nowhere then being ‘heartless’ like how Zanon felt and how his father was outwardly wasn’t good on the lifespan either.

Zanon was pretty convinced this male wasn’t going to last long unless the followers he had were tough… Zanon couldn’t claim to have that either. After all the only wolf that seemed to follow him and be strictly loyal was a little girl, but she was a good little girl. How could someone like him be so selfless and help out someone like her? She was good for the image he wanted those around him to see him as. Sure… he was like his father… but he was better than his father. Unlike his father no one would know what he was like inside. He wondered where she was on that note… he had told her to go back home on her own, he didn’t know the details but he suspected she would come, so he had been waiting on the line of Taviora for a while. He had put his training on hold for now… Though he knew he would need it more than ever soon enough.

He waited for her to come, she was, if anything, at least a bit predictable in that he knew she would come to him here before anything else after seeing their home had been shattered. Sure enough as the sun rising there she was. Her golden form peeking through the forest hearing her talk nervously. He started his approach but then suddenly paused when someone NOT expected was coming along with her. His nose crinkled… he knew very well that she was a nice little girl who could make friends easy if she wanted but he wasn’t expecting a tag along. A smile formed upon his lips, his legs carried him forward to meet her and this ‘other’ she had with her.

”I’m glad to see you are safe, Magpie. I heard about what happened.” He started his bright pink eyes moving from her to her friend. A boy, her age and smaller than her at that as well. Unfamiliar, of no land seemed just as flighty as well. ”Who is this you brought with you?” His voice was quiet, deep though and could be considered ‘calming’ sounding. He was excited though, perhaps things would work out for him yet.