Oh, he was so damn confused. He had no idea what to do, one individual told him to stay, the other one wounded and hurt practically finished himself off telling him to leave, then another asked him to stay and assist, then another came and told him to leave. What was he to do? Three of them were injured, surly the one female healer wouldn't be able to handle them. The grey and black woman was the last to speak to him, telling him that this was now pack business. So, they were part of a pack eh? Had they had a dispute with the Valhallens and had it turned into battle? He assumed so, all the evidence was before him. With a gentle nod he would salute the four, his eyes sparkling with a neutral accent. This was none of his business, so he would take his leave and allow them the privacy they needed. "I wish you all the best of luck." They would need it if they had turned Valhalla into an enemy. Little did they know that Valhalla was allied with almost every pack in Alacritis, so if they were to attack they would be severely out numbered. He hoped it wouldn't come to that though. With a quick turn the man took off away from the group, his sites set on going to Valhalla and giving Chrysanthe the warning. War was quickly becoming a possibility in Alacritis.
