Heads up! Bandits!

"Mm." The warm sound fled the confines of his muzzle. Kero'd thought as much and it seemed Fitz was quick to take note of what Kero had implied. Watch out for his own. The Spine was doing the same for their own wolves. Watching out for each other. Protecting the pack. Protecting family. Everything that entailed. The wolves here were no doubt similar in that respect. Fitz had said as much when he'd tried to recruit him not too terribly long ago. Oh, how things had changed between then and now.

At Tonravik's nod, Kero echoed the gesture, saying little as Fitz revealed he had nothing more to share. That was quite alright. Kero'd said as much as he wished to share so it seemed their business here was done. He felt Tonravik's gaze upon him. He glanced at her, catching that stare and holding it for a moment before he turned back towards the silver wolf.

"I hope it stays quiet for you then," he spoke out of good will. "Best of luck to your and yours." He turned, shifting on his paws as he made to leave. Their business here was done. There was little reason to linger with their own pack just a few days travel away. It was time for them to be heading back too. "A pleasure, FitzD. Thanks for meeting with us."

With that he turned, brushing past his mate to continue their journey home.