She was happy to hear that the pups were doing well and that Bangle was surviving the ordeal of babysitting. She grinned and laughed softly at the thought of where they had gone. Teaching them to make things from bone? Well, that was very much Bangle's style, and Titania at least would get a kick out of that, but how would he ever do that when the pup's didn't have their hands yet? Well, it was Bangle, the resourceful, sly coy-wolf merchant. Orin wouldn't be surprised if he found a way to make it happen. She nodded, grateful for the news, and turned her attention back to the matter at hand.
Her ears laid back in worry when Skye expressed the very concerns Orin had, but Orin didn't know that AniWaya had actually raided Crimson Dreams on the basis of refugees in their borders. A shock of fear struck her heart and she shot an annoyed glance at Shawchert. What had he done? Orin's suspicions were right... if the leader of AniWaya found out that there were refugees there, the fight could very well be brought to their own doorstep; the place Orin thought was so safe.
Suddenly wanting not to be so close to Shawchert, she shifted, laying down on her side and facing away from the man, though still looking at her Alpha. Her tail twitched, occasionally rising and dropping to the ground like that of an annoyed cat.
“Yeah, she growled. “It appears one of us has a problem with discretion. I thought it couldn't do any harm, just a fact-finding mission. But apparently it was a fact-giving mission as well.” Part of her wanted to drop it, to let Shawchert's error slide and forgive him for the mistake. But now, with the sudden feeling that Cercatori might not be safe because of this, she couldn't let her temper subside.
Shawchert repeated his question, and Orin gave him a sidelong glance. Who was he anyway? Demanding answers from Skye – it's not as though he were the Captain anymore. She didn't have to answer to him. They should just give Skye the information they have up front. And, in fact, it was all information Orin had gotten from them anyway, after Shawchert clammed up once he stuck his foot in his mouth.
“Or maybe we should just tell our leader what we know?” she suggested bitterly, then looked away, her ears slanted back in annoyance. All of her wolfish body language screamed of her annoyance and opinion of Shawchert at the moment.
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