Deepwood Weald So lovely on the eyes.

The scent of stranger pulled the beast from the shadows where he waited to find an unlucky wolf who might wander too close. When the scent mixed with that of his pregnant leader, his pace quickened until he found himself coming upon the figures. From what he could tell, the stranger didn't seem aggressive. Lucky for him. Still he moved until he was flanking Nyx, stopping when he reached her shoulders to show she was in charge here. He had only come to ensure his assistance was needed. His blank stare took in the other wolf, watching for any shift in the man's posture that might indicate he had less than peaceful intentions. Midar said nothing yet, content to let the other two talk while he further assessed the situation.