Moonspear Dreamland, I need you

Mal seemed to be in a much more chipper mood than he had been back in the forest that day. Dragomir wasn't really buying it, but slowly slid his gaze sidelong to the mottled wolf nevertheless, particularly because Simmik's gaze burned back at him and made him uncomfortable. If showing her a higher level of respect than her comrade was disrespectful to her, Dragomir didn't understand how or why.

Desdemona's presence comforted Dragomir immensely, though he gave no outward indication. His expression remained flat and unreadable, but his tone was firm when he said, They're busy. Say what you need to say and then go. He was certain Hydra wouldn't want wolves from another pack loitering around on her doorstep and he was positive that whatever news Mal and Simmik had to bear wasn't so important that it couldn't be delivered to one of Moonspear's high ranking subordinates instead of her or Dirge directly. Motivated partially by common sense and partially by pride, Dragomir refused to bother the Alphas with something that he could handle himself.

Thankfully, Arcturus soon arrived, so if they weren't comfortable delivering their news to him, they could give it to Hydra's second in command instead.