Ash to ashes, dust to dust [Newt wolves/Tortuga]

Granted, he had been to Medusa's meeting. The new alpha of Amenti seemed like someone he could work for, but his mind kept turning back to Newt. Tyberius was interested in hearing her side of the story as well, even if he wasn't sure which side he would align with yet. He was a rather good liar but he was sure that Newt would see through him for the second time, and he resolved to either be honest with her or pretend harder. The war meant nothing to him. He was but a not-so-innocent bystander and a spy at that. It would do both alpha females well to keep him at arms' length.



When the sorry song ripped the air, Tyberius followed, making an appearance. Newt would likely remember him due to his missing leg, and when he glanced up at her, he dipped his head. She looked worse for wear and had an air of sadness about her. He couldn't quite understand love but he did know what it felt like to have someone take his things, so in a way he could comprehend her pain. There were other wolves already present and so he took a seat by a light tan male, leaning on his good side.



He felt it best to say nothing. Tyberius had never actually been a pack member to begin with, and speaking out at such a tense time would be unwise.