Noctisardor Bypass You turned a good thing into a tragedy

If the boy or the brute expected Dægmar to act out, they were sorely mistaken in their perception of him. His fur bristled without choice- like any alarmed creature, like goosebumps up someone's arm or the dilation of their pupils. The shadow knew his place within Legion. It did not matter, if this pack allowed each and every member to behave as they wished. He was a recruit, thus he would act on the basis of what he expected a recruit should be- and that was practically a puppet, a wolf who followed the command of their present master until they rose high enough to influence the decisions. For now, he would only gather information- and one of the things said piqued his interest. Ursus was the name of the crazy pack whose leader killed people, according to Spook. Dægmar didn't know the name Merrick, but he paid a brief glance to Arbiter- would she recognize that someone? If she thought anything of it, her face showed nothing of that. The shadow returned his attention to the brute. Not expecting an alliance or neutrality after this meeting amused him- what would come of this meeting, if not neutrality? The only other sort of relationship was enemies. Still, the druid's face was a rock. Unmoving in any portrayal of his thoughts. Arbiter spoke up then, pointing out the obvious flaws in the brindle's approach to diplomacy. The shadow stayed quiet, opting to listen to his answer, if he could produce one of any meaning.