Angelus' eyes roves lazily between the two alphas. Unable to contain his curiosity, the yearling's gaze would occasionally drift to the two children who'd tagged along. They were much younger than him; if he had to guess he'd say they were only a few seasons old. He was surprised they'd managed to travel so far. They had to be tired, right?
He blinked, his thoughts turning from the pups as he focused again on the adults. This was important stuff and he needed to pay better attention to what was being said. From what he gathered this man might have some kind of trade in mind, perhaps like Yfir? He wasn't quite sure. There wasn't a whole lot to go off of at this point.
