Firefly Glen Why you always seem in a bad mood?

Carefully, he took stock of this and listened intently to everything he could catch. A few more filtered into the scene, with Mesa pressing for urgency soon. Dirge wanted more details, where Antares agreed and soon, there was more of a picture painted.

Antares held Neverwinter in a strange regard since most of his involvement with them was their lost puppies. There was the one, the curious fellow on Nocturne that he had not disliked, but that was it, and he certainly didn't know their beta wolf, the centerpiece of this incident, Simmik. So--he couldn't judge it by any act of character, however there was great malice circulating all across the wilds about this Donovan, or Kynareth, whichever side it happened to be today. Their own wolves had heard the tales, it seemed. Hydra had condemned him already, and he had no reason to disagree yet; Keres' assessment of the scene was a trusted one to him.

Though he didn't appreciate that Neverwinter misplacing their shit might be a real catalyst here this time--if this suspicion turned out to be true. He supposed they could give them somebenefit of the doubt, but even he was loathe to. The Saints were not a new problem.. but, would that finally be the thing that drew Moonspear's involvement against them? Had they not just come here scoping for good-will?

The dark yearling was still quiet, digesting this.