Isolation was a choice for the man. He may still have selfish tendencies though unlike the strange blue girl he lacked a good excuse for his behaviour. Iorwerth had grown up in a pack, spent a good portion of his life surrounded by others albeit in not in the most conventional of upbringings for a child. Other wolves often irritated him, a rather strong example of that being the moment that was threatening to happen now, a motive like the deaf stranger now had was hardly the way to get on the man's good side.
Initially he would continue on completely oblivious to the other's actions, mistakenly believing that he had succeeded in avoiding company. The chipmunk's warnings weren't loud enough to reach Iorwerth's ears though there was nothing wrong with the man's hearing and he would pick up on the soft sounds behind him. Hackles would begin to rise as he paused, turning around to face the approaching stranger. A low growl would sound, a warning that she stopped, Iorwerth was certainly a man who liked his space. "What do you want?" He questioned bluntly.
