Iorwerth took pack duties rather seriously, though of course he took life in general very seriously to begin with. He spent a lot of his time doing whatever he could for the pack and for now that task was a simple patrol of the borders. Often many of his patrols proved to be fruitless, there would be no trouble or disturbances to the pack or himself and he'd simply return to the main areas of the pack to take on a more challenging duty. Patrols were definitely necessary though, every now and then he'd come across someone. Now for instance.
He'd hear that awful cry first of all. Paternal instincts didn't exactly come naturally to the male, Iorwerth wasn't one of those wolves obsessed with fussing over the young of his own species, let alone any others. The scent of the cougar had caught his attention though, bringing him closer to investigate, not to ensure the kit's safety, but to ensure the safety of the pack. Would the mother be along shortly to disturb them?
To his surprise though he was met with another wolf standing beside the kit. At least then he would have some form of back up should the mother suddenly arrive though he certainly didn't know who this female was. Scent informed him that she was not a member of Seracia and it seemed that Iorwerth had another issue to deal with. "What are you doing here?" He questioned, gaze now focussed upon the female for a moment, though other senses remaining alert in case the mother cougar would show.
