Moonspear Every time we have no control

Kynareth was suited to talking business. To ask the right questions and such. Derg honesty didn't know where to start. He was appointed as Overseer as a matter of urgency and for his loyalty, rather than his skills. But he was managing. 
However, his real concern were the wolves behind them. They were silent to his ears and blind to his eyes, but the wolves arriving before him gave the game away by looking at Derg and Kynareth, then to those behind, then back. Watching. Strangers perhaps? 
It wouldn't be Nyra or Sasha, maybe Valour found his way here. 
Either way, Derg turned his ears to listen behind him. 
I know you're there. 

Kynareth spoke. Derg assessed the gathering. They weren't very helpful until Jarlio showed up. He was obviously of leadership, the rest were just swarmimg minions.
Ursus. 
Then, it seemed the rest of the leadership came along then. He'd call them lazy if they didn't smell of fresh blood - they'd been caught in the midst of the high ranking families hunt. If Hydra lived up to what he'd heard about her, she probably wouldn't be pleased to be caught during mealtime with her family. 

Derg watched on. Neutral now with one ear tilted forward, the other to the lurkers behind.