Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

Once he was roosted beside Caiaphas (feeling the power of her sharp gaze for all of thirty seconds) he did not move again, and watched as she departed from the ridge to intercept the pair of wolves below. Firefly might've followed her but he trusted her judgement, and preferred to watch from his position. There was no point in crowding the newcomer - and he had no intention of getting close to the pugnacious dragedan if he could help it. Then again, his choice was putting Caiaphas in to the line of fire if things were to go awry; she could handle herself and things had not gone sour yet.

Firefly was less interested in a pissing match on the beach and more curious of the newcomer. When they slunk back from the pair of coastal wolves and began to try to escape from them (or so it seemed), Firefly heard the snide comment and couldn't help but smirk. The corners of his lips turned, and he glanced to Caiaphas as if to wordlessly say, 'What a burn,' but he held his tongue. As the boy looked from wolf to wolf, he caught Firefly's gaze for a second or two and it was ripe with anxiety.

With a lick of his lips, the newly crowned Alpha called down from the ridge, You hungry, kid? No pity here, just curiosity. The question came with the implication that there was food available - that was what Firefly was offering anyways, food and shelter and whatever else a lone wolf might need. He'd been there, he understood to some degree what appealed.