The red male was finishing the meeting with the first three wolves as Iorwerth joined him. He had hoped to be filled in quickly and then go report back to his fellow packmates to go and help their allies, though of course there was no such luck. Apparently he could still be of use though, remaining within the pack as a potential guard if any of the war came too close to their lands. It was better than nothing he supposed, though it didn't seem like he would definitely be of use. Something was surely better than nothing, though he couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed, the emotion however of course hidden as ever.
"Yes, of course." He responded simply, a dip of his head again, focussing upon the King and not the three leaving wolves whom he had hoped to join. His earlier assumption had been correct, this male certainly was important, the King that he had heard Epiphron speak of. With that in mind, he didn't bother pointing out he had already introduced himself, instead simply repeated his name once more. "I am Iorwerth."
