There had been some initial doubt regarding how Nicolo would receive the news that Skoll had been moved against. They were both Archers, of the same close family, and though Craw had never seen any love lost between the two dark-pelted men, he did not yet know what kind of wolf Nicolo was, exactly, when it came to family. Although he couldn't be
that altruistic, given his treatment of Morganna. And so the admission had fallen freely from Craw's mouth and in return he heard soft amusement from the male lead, and knew that he had judged correctly.
It was not surprising that Nicolo might have assumed that Craw was planning to challenge him, in some fashion. As the pack's Third, Craw had no right to bypass Skoll, no matter the man's absent and disappointing behaviour when it came to his responsibilities, but that didn't mean it was impossible for Craw to have shared his intentions. As it was, the true nature of those intentions appeared to take Nicolo by surprise. The two sets of yellow eyes met as both wolves assessed the other, Craw watching suspicion flicker through the other man's studious gaze. That eventuality had been accounted for.
What Nicolo said next, however, had not. It took Craw a few moments to realise that the Archer believed his niece to be
using him, and once that sank in, he just
laughed.
Angier had tried to protect him from Skoll, and now Nicolo, bless him, was trying to protect him from Morganna. The assumptions flying about were superbly ridiculous, for what demon had Elettra mated with to produce this litter of hellspawn which everybody distrusted? And it was so cute that anyone thought that either was a danger to Craw.
It was a good thing, perhaps, that he'd never gone into detail about his past with
anyone, for they might not think him such the delicate flower in need of protection - and Craw found that he didn't mind being so terribly underestimated. Let them see what he was, in time. There was no rush.
The sound of his amusement was deep and rumbling, a laughter born right in the depths of his belly, one which shook his shoulders and head with the strength of it.
"Your concern is most appreciated," he grinned, licking his lips as he glanced back to Nicolo, pleased that he had initiated this splendid conversation.
"I do not know how far we will get, but I hope that means that our packs will not be at odds if we are close enough to warrant diplomatic relations. I think you will find Morganna far more agreeable at a distance... she will not be your concern anymore. Nor yours to criticize."