Amara had, likely, been avoiding him. He rarely saw her and when he did she did not appear so open with him of her affections for him. She was stubborn. No woman could deny his attractiveness- even further his rank. The brute was simply the perfect man, any woman would be so lucky for him to choose her. She seemed to want to combat this stereotype, which he found annoying. His lust was occasionally bothersome, and he had no wife to use it on. 

No matter.

He could scent the other from far away, but his usual walks through the territory had brought him nearby. He made his way, soon finding that the precious Liri had already found the man. ?? This was not a loner. This was a pack wolf. It was not one from the Phoenix Maplewood that so rudely chased them from their last home- this was different. He held back from showing himself, although his scent may have been apparent. He waited, curious to see how Liri handled the situation and what the man wanted.

The mans ears perked, and he nodded to himself of agreement with the white girl. True. He thought as she spoke, this stranger very well could be a spy. But honestly, what information did they hold that would be of any interest to anyone? Hi. Welcome to Rosings. We exist and we like flowers. The end.

I mean let's face it, not the most interesting of packs just yet. 

Perhaps their philosophy was different, but really there is no difference otherwise. He stood and waited, eyes narrowing upon the others features through the underbrush he hid in.

Liri's tone wasn't rude, but her words came out just a little sharp. Aaron held his tongue for a moment before revealing himself, standing tall beside his subordinate. He gave her a gentle nudge on the shoulder, but was disappointed that she had treated the visitor so poorly (if even, really). This was not how a pack made allies.

"Greetings," he woofed to the other, giving him an apologetic smile. "This is Rosings, my name is Aaron. May I ask of your pack?" he asked, his tail waving behind him in a neutral manner. The other smelled like other wolves, but he had only known of PHX.

The man had no reason to be angry with Liri. She was protecting, and had he felt this was a situation that needed to be protected she would have done her job. But this male didn't appear to be threatening, only curious. For new packs, communication was key- and if they already made one enemy they could possibly use an ally or two. He gave the other a soft smile.

"Blackfeather Woods," he repeated, storing the name in the back of his mind. "Well Cicero, it is a pleasure," Aaron dipped his head politely, his tail waving. He held back a snort, finding that most of his pack was relatively open and friendly. Perhaps Liri only felt threatened, he didn't know. "We have no secrets," the man replied, "We're only cautious, it would seem."

Aaron sat, deciding he wouldn't mind sharing the basics. There wasn't much to know. He was no fool though, if information was coming from him it would be coming back as well. "Sit, and I will share with you my pack. I do however, request you to do the same from your Blackfeather Woods." His eyes held the same mischief, the information game that the other enjoyed so much, was foreign to Aaron- but he did enjoy talking to wolves of other packs and learning.

"Mm," was all the man said in response to the other. They hadn't necessarily had a bad experience, it was simply one to be cautious of. Don't piss off the maplewood pack anymore- easy as that. Aaron listened as the other spoke of Blackfeather, general knowledge that most wolves could gather about every other pack. He nodded, shrugging. "Rosings is no different in that sense," he replied, his eyes studying the features of the other. "We function in pairs though," he added, deciding that this was information enough. He watched for a response to such news, and then glanced to the subordinate who sat obediently beside them.

Liri explained their situation well, and he nodded. "The idea is to encourage one another. If one falls behind, both are punished," he finished, watching Cicero curiously. "How do your ranks work?" he asked, but assumed it was normal. Work hard, be rewarded, yada yada yada.  "And, if you don't mind, what is your own?" he questioned, eyes still studying the face of the other wolf. 

He seemed young, but Aaron couldn't quite pin the age down. Perhaps younger than Liri, certainly than himself. The pale-furred man waited, curious of the others response.

"I suppose we'll see," Aaron responded, shrugging gently. "I would call myself an expert of personality, I do not believe I will make mistakes with the pairings," he added, glancing to Liri with a small smile. "The pairings are for life- treated as mates, of course," he informed him, and then studied his face for a moment.

"Gamma, a wonderful rank," he commented. "May I ask of your alpha's name? If I ever meet him it would be disappointing not to recognize him."

Aaron did not know that there was only one alpha of Blackfeather Woods, but he had no belief in a singular female leader. A woman was to lead beside a man, not vice versa.

"Burke," the man repeated, and then dipped his head. Cicero then implied he wanted to leave, and that he had no further questions. Having no more himself, Aaron gave the other a small smile. "It was a pleasure, Cicero, I hope you return home safely. Please tell your Burke that the alpha of Rosings sends his regard," he informed the other, and then waited for him to leave before he himself headed back into the territory.

He gave Liri and gentle nudge with his nose, departing soon after.