The Sentinels I'm a little turned around

Concern flagged him in this very moment as the silver girl spoke – she seemed concerned of her safety, and the ebony wolf felt a flicker of shame in that. And yet – what had @Deirdre spoke of to these wolves to grant them the impression they could waltz through their land? It was disconcerting – more so that his pale sister had not even bothered to tell the leadership of Donnelaith yet of these wolves, and now was seemingly acting in a role to give them free passage. She was still a pup.
 
“Aria has a point – but it is something best spoken with to your leader,” he provided gently, standing soundly at his own Alpha’s flank. Aria seemed uncertain – and he felt a pang of regret for not taking it upon himself to tell her of his conversation with Deirdre instantly. He was more to blame than his youthful sister—her mind was whimsical, and he should have known she would not see the harm or importance of the matter that lay before them. He only hoped to have a moment alone with Aria so he could apologize to her. “How often does Deirdre visit your home?” This alone made him nervous – who were these wolves his sister was becoming cozy with?
 
At Aria’s offer, he shifted his weight, his own fur brushing against hers softly once more to remind her he was here when she needed him, his own muzzle tipping slightly. “I will accompany you.” Deirdre had desired him to meet with Skellige – and now he wanted to know what pull this man seemed to have over his sister.