<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br/><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br/><strong>Who:</strong>L'aen, Kon, Ts'itu, Son' Lahleli<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sadghan Lake and Forest<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>The rise in tone as Nel'aen answered a key question spoke of the panic within the boy but the whimper was one of placating submission. Astir walked a fine line as he pushed the other to answer his questions. He would know if Nel'aen lied but so far he seemed to be telling the truth and giving cooperation. When he heard another answer to a key question he thought on it. The Ghaltsel pack? They always caused trouble but they wouldn't dare try anything with the Nadaecki pack. What changed? he had to know.<br/><br/>Astir's sent was a slightly woody one, much like cedar with tones of spiciness overlaid by low, deep, mellow tones of musk like the scent of a warm summer night. he picked up the sharp sent of fear and that scent he had been trying to place clicked when he said he was from the Ghaltsel pack. It matched with the scents he smelled off of the boy from his camp he supposed.<br/><br/>He heard Nel'aen yelp and saw the unconditional surrender in the smaller wolf's eyes. It was wise of Nel'aen, he thought, not to comment on the fact that he was a sprit walker and yet apparently a hunter and warrior instead of an omega. It he supposed would strike another sprit walker as odd.<br/><br/>It was time to ease up on the boy or he was libel to get nothing but babbling. Just then Son showed up, sliding to a stop ready for a fight. Fear flashed in those dark eyes as she asked her questions. It was understandable, the reaction she gave seeing the other side of him. That side of him that was more beast than man. That side of him that had killed there own kind in the past to protect his pack and serve it's leader. He had done things he didn't like to talk about, especially with a woman. He didn't think she had ever seen the cold efficiency with which he operated when dealing with potential threats and enemy's outside the pack. It was frighting to see him this way but he served his purpose well and he was good at what he did.<br/><br/>"This is a young wolf from the Ghaltsel pack. His name is Nel'aen' Ahn Saa." he said simply. he knew it wasn't enough of an answer for her but he didn't answer to her. He shifted his grip on Nel'aen, keeping the dagger to his throat and placing a heavy hand on the boy's shoulder. "Kneel. hands behind your back. Slowly." he said as he pushed him to his knees firmly. Then without removing the blade from his throat he pulled Nel'aen's pack off his back and tossed it to Son.<br/><br/>"Look in that and tell me what's in it. Lay it all out on the ground." He knew Son needed something to do so she could process what she just saw. He was going to have the boy thoroughly searched and figured out before Ts'itu came. He wanted to give her a full report. While Son looked through Nel'aen's belongings he pulled a rope from his own pack. "Don't move. I can kill you in a second." he warned nel'aen as he removed the dagger from his throat and held it between his teeth, freeing his hands to tie Nel'aen's hands behind his back firmly. once that was done he licked the blade clean of it's blood. A few flashes of events came to him but they were in disorder and confused. He needed clarification.<br/><br/>He came around in front of the lad, now kneeling, bound in the snow. He did not sheath his dagger but he softened his approach slightly. He took Nel'aen's chin in a strong hand and lifted it so the boy looked him in the eyes. "Now, tell me about the plans of the Ghaltsel pack." his tone was less rough now but it was still firm. he let Nel'aen see the dagger to show him he still meant business.