Eryx threw his head back and barked in laughter. Cohnal stands beside him impassively, the almost-friendly face I'd grown used to was gone now and standing before us was the Beta of the Southern Weres. Alaric's face grew stony as he stared at the Alpha Prince.
Sigurd's usual temper flared, demanding with a growl, "What is so funny?"
Ivar whips his head to look at his brother, his ponytail almost smacking him in the face as he did so. The stern look he gave his brother only made Sigurd ask, "What?"
I sigh. Still not wishing to directly speak with Eryx, my gaze locked on the table I suggest quietly, "I think thanks are in order first before we begin demanding our… friends of their knowledge."
