Teren did not know what to think of such a transaction, but it was done. If he wanted to, he would kill the Beta. As he walked, he was almost to the entrance of his den, when he remembered he was being followed. He turned to face the other. He stared down to the male. For a wolf that was supposed to be a Beta, he was very submissive. Teren surmised that this was for the fact that he did not know Teren... or perhaps this wolf never was a Beta? Who was to know? Lies were as easy to tell to a stranger as it would be to tell a single wolf who you actually knew. If he had been so concerned with the truth, he never would have agreed to such a trade. As he stared to the wolf beneath him, he decided his words. "Three things you need to know here. First, do not get in my way. This means obey what I say and you will not be killed. Second, obey the commands of the wolves higher ranked than you. I do not take insubordination lightly. I have chosen each individual for a good reason. Third, you must prove your worth here. If you cannot do as asked of you, then you will be removed of your rank, and possibly killed. Erenyx is not a pack for the weak and lazy. If you wish to act lame, I will make you permanently. As for your rank, you will be a Warrior from now on. Prove to me that you are of worth to me, and this could change for you. We also have rank challenges here, so if you feel you want to call someone out, go ahead. If you have any questions, speak them now. If you have questions later, go find another wolf to ask."

"My pack is unlike any other in these lands. My first Beta is named Irrationality. He has served me well for my time here. The second Beta is my brother, Reaper. I have an Elite named Ariste. She is trustworthy thus far and strong. Soon, my brother Lyonitus will be her equal in rank, though even then he surpasses her in every way. I have a single Guardian, Tundra a female who has killed a great rival of mine. Then I have my brother, Caspian, who is my Delta and a female Delta named Braelyn. Those are the only ranks I have currently." Teren looked to the other, listening to his words about the other pack. He had to admit he was curious how a Rogue was able to make a pack and then still be in control of it. "I wish to know everything you learned about Desmond. He took some good fighters from my pack and I do intend to make him pay for it. Anything you know, I wish to know." Teren stared to the other, curious as to what he would be able to tell him. He hoped that this wolf knew things and not just making up false words to tide him over.

Noble smirked and nodded. "Two male Betas? I'm impressed. Not many of the packs around here exclude the... females." He hissed slightly, eyes shifting to look around before speaking much more boldly. "I'll start at the top. Alpha Desmond. He's both good and bad, more of a wimp than anything else. He's indecisive and he chooses oddly for ranks. His ways are... chosen by his other Beta, Fel. He favors her, and looks to her for guidance instead of making his own choices... but when he does make his own choice, it's still heavily influenced by her. His ways are... Rogueish. He's used to being alone and he seems distant from his pack." He paused as he thought about Emily, a glint of evil echoing into his eyes. "Next in line, Beta Fel. I hear rumors she was originally in Helidos, switched to Erenyx and became... upset that she was demoted from Beta. I don't know much about her, we both had different ways of training the wolves, keeping our eyes out on them. She's strict in her ways, and hard to get to know." He paused and thought about who else was in rank. "Delta Desoto and Delta Breeze. They are polar opposites. Both are unique and important to Desmond though. I didn't both getting to know them, but both have bad tempers and snap pretty easily at other pack mates." He tilted his head as he thought. "The Scout, Esme, she's Quinn's sister, I believe. Honestly, she's weak and lame, but it seems that the Alpha is... fond of her." He stopped and then smirked to himself. "Apprentice Striker, he was Apprenticing to one of the Warriors I believe, isn't he from Erenyx? He survived the pup fights, thats what he said." He didn't say much on Striker since he didn't really know. "Warrior Azrael was the only one I can recall that was worth anything, perhaps better than the others, yet he kept to himself. It was... odd. None of the others seem to really jog my memory. But in all, Agavos is very much like Helidos except they are run by a bigger idiot." He wanted to snap somethings neck, he could have droned on about every single wolf, but he only listed the ones that seemed important. He shrugged, as if to dismiss the whole pack. "I'm not fond of Agavos. I joined as one the first members, was made Beta soon afterwards only because the pack wanted me to do so, perhaps they thought I'd over-throw Desmond, but I was very... distant and merely kept my eye on things." He finished, explaining why he didn't really care about Agavos and gave his loyalty to his new Alpha very easily.

"It was for the better of my pack. Females allow their emotions to get int he way. With winter approaching, I knew I would need two males by my side that I trusted more than the rest of the wolves. Faes worry about their young and hormones, the sort like that. They are too selfish. But you must be curious why I do have then in positions? Ariste and Braelyn are two of the strongest faes I have met." But the male continued to tell him of the wolves under Desmond. The next was Fel, a wolf who once served him when she brought a severed ear as a gift. "Yes, I know of Fel. She used to fight beneath me. I made her my Beta as well, but once she was faced with a weaker opponent, I decided to demote her. That wolf should have been slaughtered, but she was not. She did not show me her best, so she was demoted. She left shortly after that. I guess she felt she deserved far much more than she was actually worth." The Deltas he spoke of meant nothing to him. He had possibly heard one of their names before, Desoto... but it was not for certain. He thought little of the old wolves in his pack that were of little significance to him. But then he spoke of Esmé, the wolf he had just returned home. That wolf was related to Quinn? Immediately, the male started to pace back and forth. His hulking form pushed the snow out of his path, leaving two narrow piles to his sides. He snarled and growled to himself as he continued to listen. He wished she would have stayed with him, that he would have known. He never would have traded Desmond for such a wolf. He would have forced his will upon her, forced her to breed his young and then when they could finally understand their lives, he would kill them and make her watch. He wanted to destroy all of Quinn's family. What would be worse than to watch your own offspring being killed? Another name came from the brute's lips. Striker. The name had been from the past, a pup from a litter. Yes, he tried to recall which litter it was from, but then it all came rushing back to him. This male, this Striker, he had survived the fights. But how? His little self was last seen being ripped from the cliff and falling into the abyss. His pace quickened. But the worst name was mentioned and instantly Teren could feel the rage building and trying to get out. He snarled and growled angrily as he thrashed about. He reached up to a nearby tree, grabbed a branch and ripped it from the trunk. He thrashed his head about from side to side, breaking the branch as he did so. His growls and snarls were louder than before and under his muffled tone he hissed, "how are you still alive?" Quickly he whipped his head to stare at Noble. "Go, you may leave now.."