Come on, get involved

Ira remained silent as Jinx spoke, even as a few others threw in their own comments or questions. He knew that wolves were not to be any where remotely near their borders - it had been for this reason alone that he had warned Bones against it. The Princeling had displayed responsibility in warning his girlfriend from it, taking Jinx’s rules to his heart and obeying them because she asked him too; and because he was just as much a part of Silvertip as anyone else here. He did not know many of these wolves, these strangers he called pack mates but that mostly because he was focusing on being wrapped up in his own little world with Bones. Ira barely spared any of them any more than a passing glance, Jinx holding the bulk of his attention. He carefully cataloged the names or descriptions Jinx offered in regards to the wolves who, for whatever reason, were on what he mentally called the “watch list”. The name of Bazi - though of course Ira was not sure who she was, having must have joined the Creek after Jinx, him and the few others had left. Following his previous examples, the insolent boy remained silent still.