The swarthy male spoke nothing as the younger wolf pleaded to help – as true to his father’s personality than either of his siblings, Nios instead chose to keep his opinion to himself, instead focusing on the task before him of getting Narime away from the woods she so desperately wanted them all to avoid.

While he allowed the silence to stretch from him, his ear did preen in the direction of the silver she-wolf. She seemed to fill Karpos in on the current dealings between the two packs – it seemed such a petty reason to start a war, but he spoke nothing. Instead, he offered as much support of holding up his leader as he could, his bright amber eyes drifting ahead of him to where the exit lay. He only stopped when Narime did – she seemed adamant on telling the youth everything she felt he need know, and while indifferent and outwardly cold, it warmed the ebony wolf to know that Narime, despite her tension with the boys pack, was able to press her worry for him forward.

As she spoke her goodbye, the Tainn male gave his own muzzle a light tip to the boy, a silent thank you to the help he had provided. With the silver fur of Narime’s pelt blending in to the inky black of his own, Nios shouldered her weight and continued to guide her home, his own pace matching one she would find comfort in taking. They would need to pull the quils out – but he would await direction from his leader on what to do next.