The man had been resting outside of Rory's den when a sound of movement whispered throughout the territory. The mossy green eyes of the Guardian snapped open, his head moving towards where the sound had come from. Only to find that it was Narimé herself moving towards the borders. Concerned with her intentions, the burly male moved silently from his position, stretching, much like a feline, before moving to follow her. He knew well of the spy, as they had collaborated on it to try and get back at Cut Rock River for their foolish notions against them. She was heading towards the Marsh and while Ash did not know of her intentions, he did wish to make his presence known. But before he could even consider doing that, a voice called out to them...or not to them, but in particular...to their spy. Ash froze, his mossy green orbs following his partner as she rushed forward. Snorting softly, he followed her, listening to the conversation that ensued before his arrival. His veins burned with the questions that were directed to his partner by the other male in such a disrespectful manner. Immediately distrust burned within him, because he was once again reminded of his own sins against his sister.

Before Narimé could get a word in, the Hervok decided to slip into the situation, his phantasmigoric appearance quick and silent as he went to go stand beside his counterpart. Eyes were pinned on the loner who seemed to come in peace. However, Ash never took such things like this for granted anymore, especially after his own deception. So clearing his throat, he spoke darkly, his tone an almost protective growl, "And how are you to prove this to us? That you do not wish to hurt her?" The Lagina knew of his past, much better than perhaps anyone else in the lore aside from Athena and his sister. He felt the need to be cautious of such things, especially without Titania's confirmation on the man in front of them. Especially since his potential pack mate would eventually be his responsibility. The protection and well being of his members mattered to him, and that meant no homicidal siblings in the mixture of things.

The man stood fiercely beside his partner, never letting his mossy green gaze to linger from the man in front of him. Ash had not trusted anyone for quite some time, the only exception to the large wall was Narimé, someone who he had come to appreciate and even care about. She had changed since he had come to the pack and he could only hope to the stars that it was for the better. Being as corrupt as he was made it hard to tell a majority of the time. He listened to what the man had to say, snorting softly under his breath. When he had first come to the lore, the brute had also used similar stories to get to his sister, who he had almost killed and found that she was probably one of the least corrupt wolves he had ever met. She was truly an angel in his eyes. So Ash had no problem being the asshole that he was when he retorted to the man in front of him.

Clearing his throat, he articulated his words clearly, "As long as your sister is under my gaze I can assure you that she is safe. I am a Guardian to all who are loyal and you have no definite proof of your intentions." That was all he had to say and flicked an ear towards his partner, awaiting to hear what she would have to add to this situation. The dark brown man had a sharp tongue so the fact that he had no bothered actually attacking the male was a huge improvement on his part, especially considering how rude he was being to two alphas who could easily out match him.