Moonspear I struck a match and blew your mind

He looks incredibly sheepish, dark blue eyes unusually dull as he meets Speedy's gaze. There is nothing really he can say to make it better--he lied, plain and simple. All he can do now is to explain why. Perhaps she will forgive him if she knows he did it to save his own hide, rather than anything to do with her.

For now, he watches the proceedings in silence. They are both medics, it seems, although the man is a hunter as well. Scrappy, the pair of them. He is still stewing slightly at Slavik's sudden appearance; for someone he has never seen before with Speedy, the two seem awfully close. He will reserve judgment for the future, but for now, he is not altogether pleased.

His eyes wander to Hydra; he is eager to speak with her, to inquire as to how her travels went. Perhaps he can talk with her about the war with Blackfeather, as well. He needs to know as soon as possible how much of a threat these wolves pose to his home.