A simple understanding, a mutual feeling seemed to change the dynamic between them. He didn't feel as scrutinized beneath her own golden gaze. The Lyall was struck by how fierce the woman in front of him must be. There was no doubting her own distaste for his information. How unlikely he was to challenge her for a meal now. What world had shaped her that way? Like the many others he met, he doubted to know much more. If he would see her again, if there was reason.
She appeared bemused by his mention of the Ridge and Woodlands alliance. Despite his sudden feeling to sheepishly smile in turn, he did not. He held himself firm, even if she made him feel like a pup the pride in him did not loosen. Least he had not tried to use it to persuade her out of her prize feast.
The tone of her voice, sharply titled his ears in a jolt, drawn to her while his dark yellow eyes carefully held upon her pale mask. Instantly the rogue scowled, almost in disbelief. Why would someone choose such proximity to another pack? Especially, if they were not an ally? Io did not seem the dramatic actress and ascended silver tongue, so he could not doubt. "Sounds like they are asking for trouble," he murmured, giving a shake of his head. He wondered what kept the packs from battling. He did not know Iopah's place nor their leader. Initially, that was the problem with re-establishing the Hollow. He didn't think the River wolves would approve of the lack of distance. Especially because he didn't either.
If reading his thoughts she asked the very question he had often thought. Pale brows rose ever slightly, feeling exposed. Not certain he wanted to say anything else aloud. Would there be such a way? Was it the only way? "Last I knew they were a pack of five. I think they are more unified than most, so I can't be sure what it would take." He honestly answered.