Something was amiss, and the man would look at those gathered in the meeting as he arrived with a questioning gaze. Bass' call had been harder than usual, and the man had started to hurry here, up until he tripped over a certain young man. The boy was Bass and Wren's son, coming in with the calico gentleman. The man would eye his leader with confusion, sensing tension in the air. Something had truly happened, and something within his gut stirred uneasily. He had been the only wolf that was of Abaven to head to Aracanum to aid Ebony in their war. It had felt the right thing to do, yet, at the same time, it left a sour taste in his mouth. He would move closer to Bass, scenting the stranger's presence though she was no longer here.
There was... something familiar about the scent as well. Something that left the man unsettled. He would breathe in, a light, questioning tone leaving his maw. "Bass?" Was this his fault that this woman was here? He had worried about repercussions but... The man felt a twinge of worry. Nona had yet to show up either... were her wounds still bothering her? The man worried for her so much... perhaps he had made the wrong choice in all of this.
