Something was wrong. Something was wrong because there had been tension in Lila, tension in the air. His ears flicked forward, but he remained standing just behind the black youth's shoulder. This was, after all, her encounter and he was only there to make sure that if someone had to get killed, it wasn't her. His silver eyes remained on the stranger, hard and unyielding. Shallow Nightfall? He supposed he couldn't judge anyone by their name, as his was Ice. If you can be named after a thing, why not after an adjective? Asking about a pack wasn't all that strange either, and he struggled to fit the pieces together. What was wrong here?
Lila's voice reverberated with a growl, and Ice felt his jaws clench. Lila had never struck him as one to be unclear, so.. either the stranger was really thick, or something else was afoot. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, white hair rising slightly along his back. The frustration seeping from the younger female was infectious, and all Ice wanted was the safety of Marsh, the safety of the Grove, and to bare his teeth and run this idiot off, without fear of repercussion.
But this wasn't Corinna's rule, guarded by Marsh and Ice. This was the domain of Serach and Aponi, and Lila was by his side, not Marsh, Triell, or Fenru. He would have to learn if they had the same iron paw as Corinna had, or if they were.. more accepting. He let out a low, frustrated sigh and closed his eyes. Politics. Marsh had had a really good point in abandoning the world of words.
"If these woods are terrifying, why do you want to live here?"