Ravensblood Forest the moon lives in the lining of your skin

Perhaps it is shallow but Étoille's favorite part of his new home is the average size of his packmates. Not that he looks down on smaller sized creatures .. completely, but he does carry a degree of condescension caused by vanity. Eske is by no means as large as he but she is respectably sized and, though he does not know her very well, he can intuit she is not to be messed with in a fight. (Considering he is not, despite his appearance, a fighter, this is a quality he very much admires). All this to say: layers of deception are at work with the big-looking-non-threat flanking and the smaller but significantly more deadly leader.

The beast is used to not having to pay much attention to his surroundings. However, he knows that this trip requires more diligence on his part. He glances to his scouting companions, and then to the lines of trees beside them. There is... something, he wants to say, but he cannot quite figure it out, and so he follows his Wanlida's lead and stays silent but alert, waiting to engage if need be.