Simultaneously he was surprised and not as she exposed Kjors' crime, and his mind flickered back to the happenstance that the man had witnessed Tokino's death. Gent had to wonder if perhaps something far more underhanded than blatant revenge had taken place within the Palisade that day. Would that explain the ridiculous amount of friction he had received from the River pack? Kisla's indifference to the indefference delivered by her pet's actions?  Paranoid speculation held a wing-ding with residual bitterness within his mind, causing a clamour for his imagination as he could not fail to take the possibility into consideration for all it was worth that it might have been Kjors who had slain Tokino.

Yet this brought him closer to caution than abandon. While betraying the one-eyed man's whereabouts to this woman might cause strife without any backlash, the possibility was too great that things would go wrong and Round Stone Crest would suffer for it. The ground between the Baranskis and his own kingdom was far too shaky to risk with such petty motives, and so Gent did not speak. It could not be ignored, though, that if what she said of Kjors was true, then she deserved the information. What could she do against the more youthful male and his pack, Gent had to wonder, but would not ask. There would not be a single word further between them.

With sudden ferocity the beast's jaws parted, a snarl brutally rendering the air before the woman's face as he lept forward. There was nothing within his eyes but the empty soul of a predator, and he truly intended for her to believe that he might tear her to pieces should he catch her. This danger was only an illusion, as he truly did not wish to bite down upon her, and would not do so, feigning all of it in hopes of causing her to double back in fear, chasing her back upon the Palisade's walls and toward the East.