Blacktail Deer Plateau i'll make a cup of coffee for your head

There were names, packs, and reasoning presented. Sanguinex cared for none of it. He only wished that they depart. However, as it appeared, that would not be doing that without completing their little exchange. 

With a snort as reply, the milky white and muddy man paced himself a few steps backward. He would remain to watch; to chaperone. 

He had heard it when Ingram had approached, but he would still not yet leave. It was better that the two were here, in the case that anything were to happen.