Ravensblood Forest Will You Hold the Line?

Excuses. That's all he was hearing now from them, excuses for their attitudes, and everything else the man or woman would say sounded more so like they were talking in order to tell Ira what she might want to hear. Maybe he was just bitter by it all and he was simply speculating at this point, he'd have to talk with Ira after this to confirm his suspicions or theories, for now, he'd try his best to remain as calm as possible. Ira was inspiring and so beautiful in the power she held, the pride and elegance she exuded, he'd be damned to stain that poise of hers. 

Once again he held his tongue. Confidence and cockiness were two completely different things, and Hiero was sure if he had met this man anywhere near Kaistleoki than he did today, he too would be put off by his attitude. Respecting other packs and their space was key to keeping good relations in the wilds, even Hieronymous was aware of it with his constant accidental trespassing. It wasn't worth pissing the world off, it only made for short lifespans. 

The man pandered to them both with backhanded compliments, as if it was worth any of their times to be "tested" through attitudes and questionable decisions as if any of that would make it worthwhile to ally themselves with individuals like these. Hiero's gaze did not soften at these strange compliments. The man was even so bold as to casually toss around the idea of war, even if he was bolstering their prowess and abilities - such an apathetic way to use the idea of war and the careless way he described their history as savage was offputting to the Constable. 

For now, he glanced back over to Ira again, this time, wondering if she had had enough here as he did and was ready with a decision.