Mudminnow River obscura

He quirked a brow as an exchange was made. First thing first; he took note of the Legion's name, their location when given a vague description. "Are we on your land?" Holland was calm, much calmer than the pale man was being. He addresses Arbiter before the other wolf snaps back at her. He glances toward him, silently praying there wouldn't be any issues. Some packs lay unofficial claim to territory close to their natal one. He is aware of this. But -

True, the guy hadn't been very polite. But they seemed to have reached some sort of understanding before it all went to shit. A duo-colored ear twitches backward, wondering if he had a problem with women. Some men did. Some men didn't. Holly found he couldn't care. To each their own issues. He had plenty to deal with himself. The healer shoots the pale man a neutral look; he isn't so much pleading for calm or asking for it. 

He does not beg for anything.