It wasn't long since the lone Asurn had cast aside his days of solitary scouting for the mother pack to begin a new mission. No longer would meandering aimlessly around the lore serve purpose in determining this large expanse of land worthy of yielding a future splinter. The time for plan B to begin arose with the infamous oath of swearing one's loyalty to others, working the job from the inside becoming the new side mission. If he could come to learn more about these unholy creatures and their ways, the easier it would be to guide their lost sheep souls to the sheppard and his crook. For now, Eirian would have to remain low and play his part as the dutiful subordinate.

Curiousness had once again come to take up residence within the dark Asurn's mind, though, as the most peculiar perfume began to seep its aromatic scent among the sporadic trunks of fallen red cedar over the course of a few moons. Increased patrols by the only other male; a light pelted man with unmistakable Mackenzie traits that constantly tested the dark agouti's self control, were hardly overlooked by tangerine optics. Today the very action was being observed from the safety of the thick shields the fallen trees offered, tailing the larger man as silent at the trespasser that bravely, or foolishly however you saw it, crossed into dangerous territory.

Dark tinted brows quirked upward in further curiosity as this elusive scent maker finally revealed themselves under the cover of clouded skies and the receding light of another day. Sunset and the approaching nocturnal hours slowly creeping upon the world. Flickering orange optics absorbed what little detail they could see of the swarthy stranger before the ruling patriarch sidestepped to intercept their path of travel. Only a few fleeing moments passed as rounded audits picked up the string of words that fell from the man's mouth before his own presence silently came to claim a portion of open area beside the silver coated wolf while interjecting his own statement. "I'd take a stab at guessing the latter." A small muscle spasm twitching the corner of Eirian's lips as he fought to keep a neutral expression and submissive posture in the presence of his leader. Last thing he needed was to be the one receiving the pointy ends of what lay hidden beneath Koda's sheathed lips.

There was no reprimand in the form of Koda's teeth clenching around his muzzle upon the unleashing of his retort, instead an ill received growl from the slowly retreating thief that filled the velveteen tufts of fur within the inner lining of Eirian's audits. Intelligent tangerine optics studied the cowardly embodiment before them, a raspy growl of his own vibrating deep in his throat. The collection of toned muscles under his dark agouti plumage tensing in desire to lunge in true fashion of his bloodline to put the foolish whelp in place by the law of tooth and claw. A sliver of disrespect in the eyes of an Asurn was enough to birth an altercation and Noble had gone beyond that mark. Yet, reality that this pack was not his to rule so brutishly smacked him upside the head when movement within his peripheral vision reminded him of the patriarchs presence, the elder brute inching forward.

Although Broken Timber Pines was not his kingdom to dictate, it would soon become apparent Eirian wasn't the only wolf quick to jump the gun on seeking the flesh of another for disrespect. Like a hell hound straight from the pit itself emerged the pale coated she-wolf in all her enraged beauty from the shadows of the dying day. Light tinted hairs that lined her hackles stood on end as a rough growl amplified off those already offered by the males, tarnished teeth flashing in warning mere inches from the intruders muzzle. There was no further encouragement needed for the young girl, limbs twisting upon themselves in their haste to spin around and bolt for the exit, but it was far too late. With a wild banshee cry that sent a chill down the course of Eirian's spine, Iopah was off after her target like a bullet straight from the barrel of a smoking gun.

No sooner did the rallying chase begin as both Koda and Eirian fell into position behind the darting figures ahead. Creamy limbs propelled the large timber wolf through the cacophony of plant species, citrus optics assisting in navigating the unknown domain beneath the starless sky. Blunt nails ripping into the soft, rich sediment enhanced soil during the pursuit.