Garmir said nothing more, instead letting Dread entirely handle the diplomatic part of this encounter, merely shrugging as Tyne asked about condition of his mate. On a hindsight he understood that his words came out little bit aggressive and perhaps the returning growl was justified enough. This was why he should never lead, for leading required much more talking. Garmir did not like talking...

The earthen male instead adopted a role of sentry from here on, vigorously scanning the surrounding forest as he looked for sign of coyotes. Their scent was fairly evident and there were so many individual ones that even three wolves might not be enough to handle them. His imagination was playing a part in this, Garmir seeing a siloutettes of rival predators everywhere in the shadows. He suggested with a low tune, now reduced to whisper - that they should really continue this elsewhere, preferrably back in the pack territory. "We should move."