Moonspear Dreamland, I need you

Dragomir was near the borders as always when the call went up, and he wasted no time heading straight for its source. His border training with Hydra was nearly complete and it was high time he got more field practice. Besides, as one of Moonspear's highest ranked subordinates, he felt perfectly entitled to flaunting his minute authority attending to visitors. He needed something to take his mind off the fact that his sister was missing—again.

He arrived in short order, slipping past the trees and out of the shadows to stand before the pair. His eyes went to the snowy she-wolf first with her vibrant orange eyes, then slid sidelong to the patchy wolf at her side—oh. It was that jerk who tried to chase him and his sister out of an unclaimed forest that one time, barking about how he owned the whole thing by himself. The sight of Mal was enough for Dragomir's expression to completely deadpan.

Seeing as Mal was on Dragomir's top three list of least impressive wolves, he chose to volley his attention back to Simmik, granting her the respect that Mal likely felt he was due. It wasn't like Drago to hold a grudge, but those days were some of the lowest points of his life. Mal acting like some kind of big man by trying to chase two starving, hurting kids away was the kind of first impression one could never come back from. So Dragomir blatantly chose to appoint Simmik as the authority between the two and arced his brows with a neutrally delivered, yes? directed solely at her.