Pacing. Ten steps to forward, turn around, ten steps to forward in that direction. Mumbling, words racing through his mind that he said allowed but could not be understood. He shook his head, tail lashing to and fro behind him. He knew, he had the feeling. Or at least for one of the siblings really. Xymnesia, he felt the pull stronger with her than Raagnar. But there was a smaller spark with him that told him he had a connection with him. But he had no evidence that they were his own. How could he even bring that up? Make them believe him? They wouldn't, especially not the young she-wolf. She believed strongly they were the bad ones, and maybe they were. They had taken them away with so much less than an explanation. Stomping his paw harder down into the dirt then necessary, the Elite came to a halt. His murmuring did not cease, however it turned into a flow of words that he could barely understand himself.

During his, probably most, odd moment in time behavior wise, the brutish female showed up. He noticed her walk up, and look at him, but he made no move to acknowledge her presence. The she-wolf knew that he wasn't going to be good and always following subordinate, and to expect him to be such was just plain stupid. Even Desmond knew he didn't interact the same way that other wolves might, he was loyal to Agavos and worked hard, and that was enough. Oh but then the blue-eyed wolf must speak, her words as sassy as they always were when directed solely on him. Their little banter was amusing at times, but right now it is not what he needed. Letting the insult on his eyesight pass Desoto simply just turned away from the vixen, his tail waving behind him as a sign to leave. "Not in the mood, Fel. There is too damn much to think and try to figure out for our damn sassy comments." Lowering his rump to the ground, the Elite shut his eyes in an attempt to shut everything out and his ears went flat. He respected Fel, though he would never admit it, but he didn't need the leader of the opporation that brought the pups here in the first place....

Eyes flashing open he quickly jumped up and turned around, facing the Beta female. "You," he said, ears gesturing towards her. "You can help me, actually. But all joking and insulting aside, I really need information only you and Desmond, probably, know. And quite frankly, I cannot ask him. If you tell me what I need to know, I will tell you why. However you can't tell anyone else. Please, I'm going out of my mind here." His golden orbs practically begged her to help him, and his tense body screamed with tension that needed to be released. He couldn't just sit there and wait for much longer, he needed to take the opportunities given to him in order to move forward with his life that seemed in a stand still.

The snap of the jaws that went after his swaying tail, was a warning he could not mistake. The female was one who demanded respect, a veteran of the two original packs in this land but now found a home in the third. And for he, a previous warrior of Erenyx and now the Elite male of Agavos, to wave off his superior and elder was out of line. However, at the moment the male couldn't care less about what she wanted him to do in terms of treating her. All that mattered to him was to figure out if the two pups were his own, and the need to know was driving him down. He'd carried Xymesina down here himself, felt the strong need to protect her. And even as he did that he had kept a watchful eye on Ragnaar too. But at the pack meeting, when he'd spoken, the look in the young female's eyes directed towards him, only filled him with hurt. Every sign was pointing in the direction of yes, but there were also too many gaps to fill. The pups wouldn't just willingly give away who their mother was, he knew that. But he couldn't just flat out ask them if Braelyn was, in fact, the she-wolf that birthed them. The situation needed to be handled delicately with the pups, but he'd bend backwards to make sure they knew the truth if it was so.

As the thought came to him, and he sprung to his feet, words jumbled out of his mouth in a frenzy that he couldn't form one reasonable sentence. This wolf was his key to the information, he just had to convince her to give it to him. But the words fell out wrong, and were offensive to her. Asking her to promise to keep it from the Alpha? Stupid. Should have requested she would after. Dismissing her, then calling her back? Rude and bothersome. Every word made sense about what she said, but then to accuse him of sitting around all day being useless... His golden eyes narrowed and he bit back a growl. He waited for her to finish before he would reply. The female demanded so much from him in terms of respect and how he should live his own life slaving away to an Alpha who seemed to do barely as much as his lower ranks did, that she seemed to have forgotten how it works. She was a noble wolf, but to have the pride to take high praise but not return it to even the wolves she could care less about was a downfall.

You're absolutely right. My actions were dumb and given little thought. However, the one time I am here, lost amid my minds turmoil of thought of something I cannot shake off, I am to be accused of sitting on my lower ranked ass? You never see me simply just staying here, I am moving constantly running the borders day and night because my mind keeps me up at night until I drive myself to exhaustion. Is it so much to ask that I can take an afternoon off to try and clear things out? Well excuse me, superior, for being such a lazy hare who can't run around to amuse the wolf of greater power. I apologize for my brashness to you, and for asking for a promise to keep something from an Alpha you are so loyal to. Both were immature things, but your help and information would be greatly appreciated by both me and another who it might apply. But I only ask of such a thing with the best of intention, and afterwards it will be you who decides if it is worthy of Desmond's attention." He paused for a moment, calming down his feelings for the urgency of the matter. He sighed and looked around, stepping forward to stand closer so his voice could be lowered and not heard by nearby wolves, but he refused to look at the large female. "It's about Xymesina and Ragnaar. I need to know who their mother is. A year ago, in the spring, I'd met a she-wolf from Erenyx. We'd met quite a few times by chance during the night. And as stupid, selfish, and cliché as it might sound, I fell for her. She'd mated with Teren, but planned on admitting her returned feelings to me before hand. She mated with him for cover so that we could have children. I told her then, because I knew of the dangers they might face in Erenyx, that should there be a time where I need to take them over, I would. I know not if she had sent them on the pup mission. But I've felt a strange urge to protect the two pups ever since I first saw them. Xymesina more so than Ragnaar, however. If you know who their mother is, then you may know exactly who I am talking about. I can't tell the children until I know for sure, and by the way Xymesina looks at me I can tell she won't believe me unless I have proof. It's killing me, not to know. My loyalty lies with Agavos, not the pack of my lover. I don't like keeping things from Desmond, but I fear what he might do to them should he find out. I care little what happens to me, as long as my pups, if they are even my own. That is why I asked you to do such a thing. He looked back to her now, feeling embarrassed and slightly ashamed but he kept his face as that of neutral. Preparing himself for whatever comment or insult she might make.