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His father moved, positioning himself between his mother and him, ears folded back slightly confused. Aro hadn't much experience in this matter, but he knew border crossing uninvited and without member to escort you was wrong in every sense. Dealing with them with hostility was how he thought it was to be done, especially when a member was disrespected as mom was. Fur went down as he listened to his father speak. Perhaps the dog didn't know better. It seemed that was what his dad was getting at. Suddenly, he felt like a jackass. Again he let his anger get the best of him. He lowered his head down feeling like every turn he was messing up. He sat down as he became lost in his mind, not yet looking to his mom feeling he did wrong again and surely she'd blow up at him, wouldn't she? His head moved toward her looking at her feet, taking in a deep breath he looked up at her, a sorry expression on his face. He wanted to say the words but was it the right time? The right opportunity? It seemed that with this situation going on it wasn't. She listened to her words, they too held so much wisdom, maybe she wasn't crazy like he felt she was after that day. He swallowed the lump in his throat and just abandoned all reason and thought, just blurting the words out, "I'm sorry.."
He looked to the intruder, Zephyr. He moved out of the shadow of his father and looked at the odd looking dog, his ocean like eyes meeting squarely with the dog. He would issue another apology, but in a more strange way than a straight forward sorry, licking his lips he let go the fact how he rudely came into the lands. First he was curious, "Where are your parents anyway?" He boldly asked not fearing the answer, but the answer mattered. If this dog was alone they should make room for him and if they couldn't maybe Aro could be his friend, they could travel together perhaps. "Are they the ones to teach you to rudely intrude on other canine's home? Because that is what a pack is..it's home to a family of wolves, or dogs, or even coyotes. It is rude to intrude on others place of home without invitation or escort. Do you not understand what manner's are?" His words or harsh but had a tone of curiosity to them.