Was the world so truly filled with wolves like her aunt, like that green-eyed demon, like Azar? Had she truly been so lucky to land in a pack that was lacking in wolves like that? Her mind briefly strayed to Ophelia and Pip purposefully shoved the thought from her mind. Ophelia was young and prone to overreact. She may have the tendency to act cruel, but the mute believed the girl wasn't so at heart. This man, however? His ugliness was plain to see. From the greedy hunger in his eyes to the smug smile. He thought he was winning.

For now, maybe, Pip was forced to relent. Risking Oula's life was not worth the satisfaction of blooding his face until that smug smile could no longer exist there. And then came the offer of a trade. What could this slimy man possibly want that they had and were willing to offer? Pip couldn't begin to guess, but imagined that as soon as Oula's safety was ensured and she was returned back to them, the pack would come after Azar for daring to threaten them. The little sea wolf never had kept a heart of anger or animosity, but it raged in her now. She would happily join a wolf hunt in retribution for her packmate's mistreatment.

As Azar finally revealed what it was he was looking for, Pip's snarl faded and she tilted her head in pure confusion. Whitebark male? Felix? But he was a Macieo. Did she mean another? Someone else related to Oula? For the life of her, Pip could think of no one. Not that the pair spent vast amounts of time conversing... Veho would set him straight and then on his way with the information on Oula's whereabouts. Without a doubt.