Kjalarr followed close behind Caiaphas, keeping his gaze upon her close form, occasionally it would stray to the Epsilon but it never lingered there long. Kjalarr did not know much of the male that called himself James and this mission was no time for a friendly chat, so the viking was silent on their journey trying to decide when all these packs moved in. In Kjalarr's mind they were like unwanted rodents eating all of their food and being what rodents were best: pests. There were too many packs in Teekon Wilds and among the annoyance that filled the favorite of Odin there was a true and deep seeded concern that eventually there would be so many packs that the Teekon Wilds and it's consistent herds would not be able to sustain all of them; or that the herds would cease to return at all, scared away by the overpowering scent of the predators that would kill them until there were none left out of desperation and hunger. Perhaps this over exaggerated but his own survival was the top of Kjalarr's priorities and if he felt it was threatened then something needed to be done. Despite that there was at least one pack Kjalarr wouldn't mind seeing in ruins he deferred to Caiaphas' judgment on all of this for she was his alpha and the Delta respected her.

Their steps fell to a cease as they neared a border of one of these new packs, and Caiaphas called out to it's wolves. His expression was stoic as one it's wolves made herself present to the trio where they stood. He studied her as she posed her question but favored his silence, taking to Caiaphas's right flank, though he hung back out of clear respect for her, his interest on what would transpire, and the trickle of excitement shivering discreetly down his spine. He'd always enjoyed scouting, but having an official mission made it ten times better.

After her return to the sanctuary, Sen had kept to herself within the heart of the territory. She'd avoided those that did not demand her presence, playing previous events over within her mind. The true consequences of her actions had yet to become known, temporarily relieving her of one burden. Even still, her mind was weighed down with various thoughts, all of which had been disrupted by some godawful sound. Somehow, it seemed vaguely familiar, but she bothered not with attempting to figure out why it did. She'd simply dragged herself to her feet and began the trek in the direction from which it'd come, knowing it to be partially her duty to check things out at the borders. Despite that, however, her pace hadn't been especially fast, leaving her to arrive later than two of her pack mates.

Sen paid no mind to the wolfdog, coming up along Depp's other side instead. She said nothing, assuming her co-leader had already initiated a conversation (she'd arrived too late to have actually heard him), but made it known with her demeanor that she was his equal within their claim. Her eyes had found their way to who she assumed to be the leader of the trio, the faintest hints of recognition floating through her mind. She couldn't place from where, or even when, but felt certain she'd seen the coywolf somewhere before. Of course, she did not question the other to confirm such suspicions, leaving it at nothing more than a face she'd seen in passing long ago.

Kjalarr was dutifully silent as others began to approach, but watchful. His eyes touched each of the pack's wolves as they appeared, two dominate — one male and female. The male spoke to Caiaphas, and his alpha responded. His eyes fluctuated between Depp, Sen and Teci, taking them each in on turn. Though he opted for reservation and silence, he was all the while observant, silently taking notes on how Caiaphas dealt with these wolves, because he aspired for the scout trade but this was the first he'd approached a pack for it, knowing that there was more to the trade than just exploring and mentally mapping territories.

Sen, who'd initially paid little mind to the males at the coywolf's flanks, allowed her gaze to sweep over them. It was a quick glance to each, taking note of their positions and demeanor, but giving them little acknowledgement aside from that. If it'd not been clear by their standing farther back than the woman that they weren't the leaders, then the fact the the oddity was the one to speak surely would have made it so. That in itself gave the serpent little reason to focus upon them, as did the statement made. Seeing no issue in delivering a name, the woman had been prepared to answer, but was beaten to the punch. It wasn't of much importance when it came to who delivered the answer, just as long as it was given—which it had been.

"Why do you wonder?" she asked. Inwardly, she was more concerned than she was curious, the idea of another pack having a problem with them again not sitting well with her. They'd moved once already, and she wasn't about to do it again; it was purely for selfish reasons, of course, but she'd easily act under the assumption that it was within the sanctuary's best interests.

Their male leader was quick enough to give up a name: seadog sanctuary. Kjalarr lazily held back the soft snort that threatened to escape his black, leathery nostrils. He saw no seadogs here. Just the normal kind of dogs; not to mention ...there was no sea near their pack territory but perhaps they were confused. Who was he to judge? The female leader broke her silence to inquire as to who wondered and Caiaphas responded, and cut right to the point. This brashness was something that Kjalarr deeply admired, and his muscles tensed along his shoulders as he studied the scene and the seadog wolves that had gathered for their — of which he assumed would be varying degrees of outraged and angry — response. As far as Kjalarr was concerned: Caiaphas was being kind. Thistle had explained to him that his culture didn't negotiate or discuss: they just harassed, raided and if the first two failed attacked with the intention of chasing their neighbors away. This was what he would have referred to, personally, but he wasn't in charge and was here to support Caiaphas ...and if it should come to it, protect her.

The idea of having to set up some sort of an arrangement with neighbours had never once entered her mind. As she saw it, there was often no point, for at the end of the day only your own would stand at your side. In this case, however, she'd opted to consider the thought, knowing better than to prod at nerves during such formal meetings. War was not something she would partake in, vanity often overruling the drive to fight for what belonged to her, but she also held no desire in relocating once more. If within her grew microscopic menaces, then she wished to remain in an area she was most familiar with, if only because it might increase her chances of getting things her way.

For the time being, Sen held her tongue, awaiting any response that might come after Depp's open query. It was difficult not to throw some sort of comment back at the other woman, but somehow she'd managed.

The ebony male that Kjalarr assumed to be this pack's leader appeared to be willing enough to hear Caiaphas out and the corner of the viking's lips twitched as he fought off the smirk that threatened to curl. Though he was not sure what the sea witch had planned out in her mind of what this pack would offer them — because as the senior pack Kjalarr followed along with the ideal that they had much more of a claim to the hunting lands than this whelp of a pack — he was sure that it wasn't going to be anything that these wolves would like; yet he itched to hear the ransom all the same. When it came, his eyes touched each of the newborn pack's members, gleeful (in perhaps a sadistic manner) as to the ranges of their reactions all the while tense and alert: ready to protect Caiaphas the moment one of them dared to step a toe over the line.