Amber eyes narrowed as Aivar watched Nate Ronan's reaction. It was subtle, but Aivar spoke subtle, could read the small movements that he didn’t necessarily consciously notice. Interesting how that smile flickered. Why did it matter to this wolf that Aivar was no brother to a stranger? His tongue slipped from his mouth as he licked his lips, thinking.

He didn't miss the way that tail was held, either. Bold. Very bold. It put Aivar on edge, but aside from the way his hackles lifted slightly, he did nothing.

Aivar glanced up at the crow, back to Nate Ronan. “That must be with you too, then, hm, Birdhealer?” He quirked a brow and moved to circle the stranger. “I want to see what you do,” he added in an even tone as he came back around the other wolf's side.