Moonspear with that silver dagger in his hands

When Arcturus' golden eyes found him, Dragomir lurched forward on unsteady paws, but stopped abruptly at the sound of grit and gravel in the Beta's tone. He was right. The young Delta had never known Arcturus to be so earnest. It shook him to his core even more than Arcturus' announcement that he meant to fight Hydra. He shook his head so vehemently in response that his ears flapped against his temples hard enough to dizzy him. A hundred questions crowded his mouth and begged to be asked, but in the end, Dragomir could manage only one: Why?!

Where had he gone? Why had he come to fight Hydra? Arcturus wanted him to leave, to not be a part of what was to come, and the Delta met the Beta with a stubborn, steely look. Vercingetorix would've been proud. No! He refused to leave. He refused to be kept in the dark. He already lacked a lot of context for why this was happening in the first place, and maybe that was because it didn't concern him, but shouldn't it? At what point did it become his right as a pack wolf to be involved in pack matters such as this?

Before he could respond, he and Arcturus simultaneously noticed the third wolf among them. Arcturus responded with shock while Dragomir lunged for her, a deep and guttural snarl bubbling in his throat. He stopped just short of hitting her, choosing instead to fix her with a piercing stare, huffing breath and flashing teeth. If not for Arcturus addressing her, Dragomir would've torn into Wraen for violating the sanctity of a pack's territory, and it was a very tenuous thread holding him back even so. If she knew what was good for her she'd turn and run. Leave, now, he snarled in her face.

Arcturus asked him to escort her home and Dragomir snapped his jaws, producing a loud clapping sound as he turned furiously from Wraen. No! I'm not a kid anymore, Arcturus, I deserve to know what the hell is going on. You just disappear and then come back intending to fight Hydra? I was worried about you! Wraen could find her own way home and count her lucky stars she wasn't dead. There were more important things going on and he felt a right to be present for it. If she was lucky, she wouldn't run into any Moonspear patrols on her way down from the mountain. And if she wasn't, then it was the least she deserved. Dragomir was not going to risk his hide and his rank escorting an idiot trespasser through the territory, not even if Arcturus pleaded for it.