Broken Boulder temple

The woman, Jomyo, was nice enough; her introduction as a scout made him think, for a moment, that she might be a pack wolf— but he smelled no pack on her. Nothing but her own scent and the wilds. Things made more sense with her next words. He masked it well, but his mood fell slightly with the revelation. Surely Delight would be here any moment, and he would have to slink off like a nothing again.
Pleasure to meet you, Jomyo, Alarian decided to keep it polite and maybe a little formal for now, though his tone and expression mostly reflected casual warmth. There was no reason to dislike her— or to be upset, for the moment. He'd save that for when his friend showed up. Delight is here— Queenie, too. They've just had their pups— a little over a week ago.
Then, he paused, glancing behind him and realizing he actually kind of wished Delight would show up. He had no idea what to do with Jomyo now. He looked back to her with a slightly apologetic smile, figuring his friend was probably with his children. Would you like me to go get him for you?