Deepwood Weald When it is dark enough you can see the stars

He stared at the stranger while he talked, calculating eyes raking over the other wolf's form to gather whatever surface information he could. At the mention of a family member here, question briefly leaked into his violet gaze, gone just as quickly as the other man continued to speak. He certainly didn't look like a Melonii, so Midar wondered who here was related to this man. What family member of yours lives here? he asked first. That was the question at the front of the beast's mind currently. As for the other things, he wasn't the one to make that call; the other wolf would have to wait for one of the leaders to arrive and judge him on his skills. Midar didn't didn't bring that up now, though. He was more interested in the answer to his question.