Just as Gent noticed the transformation in Drestig, so did Ash. Had this been an interrogation, it would have made the Guardian extremely suspicious but for the time being it just caused him unease. His small eyes narrowed into slits. There was no need for them to give him any information concerning Nina. As it was, the man was acting as if he had gotten pissed on for no reason. If he only met Nina once, then perhaps there was no reason for them to be so defensive. The other black man spoke up once again and the Hervok had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. So much to say...always so much to say. It had not been that long ago that he had come to him within his own borders to make it clear that it was not welcome for him to kill others. It seemed as though his sister was only bringing in even more moral compasses to guide him along his way.

He nodded his head in agreement, finally speaking, "Indeed, as Gent said. Family is important. I am protective over mine and Nina is my sister." His face was more relaxed now, as was his body. He eyed the other man, licking his teeth before speaking, his voice clipped, "I wouldn't be so confident out here. Gent and I may have our differences but when it comes to Nina we have the same state of mind." It wasn't a threat but a warning for the future. Nina was well-known in the north and with her declining health anyone within Secret Woodlands might be protective over how anyone asked of her, especially if they didn't know her. It would be Drestig's mistake if he didn't listen.

This was no longer a fun situation. All attention had turned to Drestig, and though he normally did not mind the spotlight, the particularly piercing eyes of these two brutes was making his hackles prickle. Gent, at least, attempted to explained, though it was clear that he was none too happy about the elder man's reaction. His tone was mild, but it gave the words an almost condescending ring, and served little to sweeten Drestig's mood. The notion of family especially, chipped at the graying man's mind. But he forced down a comeback, resolving to hear out blue-boy and his excuses for being a cold ass lout. He was unimpressed.

Ash though found it necessary to add to the explanation, his words sending and angry chill racing down Drestig's spine; Same state of mind, ha? He wondered what exactly that was. A breath was pushed out through his nose, making a half-snorting sound, head shaking lightly. Keeping his eyes on the reddish man, he countered: "Yet, all I did was say her name and you seemed more than ready to jump my throat! Am I a threat to your sister by simply knowing who she is?" His voice was gruff but controlled, not yelling at the other but signaling his displeasure none the less. It was not fair to demand answers when you were unwilling to give any yourself, and he especially did not enjoy being treated like this o, what was supposed to be, neutral lands.

Turning back to the ebony man, Drestig noted the change in his posture, what almost seemed like a challenge to his thoughts. He quirked a silvered brow, entirely unimpressed by the display. His own tail had come to rest just below back-level, completely still as he spoke to the younger wolf; "And my family ties are none of your business, just like I never asked about yours. Again I fail to see how simply mentioning them, or the location of your pack would bring them in any danger. Now I can appreciate that your question might not have been meant as an interrogation, but this conversation still feels exasperatingly one-sided. If you are not interested in speaking with me, in front of one another or at all, then I will take my leave and let you two sort your shit out alone." He glanced between the two at the end, his voice firm and quiet. This was not a fit of hysterics, it was an honest opinion, he could not stand these high-up types who were unwilling to play the game of information, and watching their displays of superiority was boring him to death.

He was done with these threats and self-righteous airs, whether these buffoons' posturing was in honor of him or each other, he didn't care, he'd had enough. The same seemed to be evident of the other two, as Gent turned to Ash, offering a curt farewell. Drestig snorted; What a piece of work! There was something utterly ridiculous about the childish act of ignoring him in the midst of this hyper-masculine standoff, yet another poof that neither of these men were worth his time.

Not bothering to hang around a second more, the elder wolf turned sharply on his heels, continuing north as blue-boy went south; So is his pack down there? Or, more likely, his paranoia made him take a detour, to protect his family. Drestig shook his head, forcing all thought of both the bastards from his mind to focus on the road ahead; Onwards! If there was one thing he had learned, it was that these fields were no place to settle, though the territory might be neutral, it was clear that way too much competition already surrounded it; And I'd prefer to be quite a distance from both those morons..! There had to be better suited lands out there.