Aeneas watched the interchange between Jeremiah and King Slayer with interest. They flick once or twice to where Kevin stood.
"Aww shucks, man. Ahs don't know if you are but ol Aeneas is. Ahs thinkin' things be fluid naow, whut wi' us pushing north an' all. This place is sacred, sure is ah sees it. Might not be the best meeting place but ahs thinkin' thats up to them thar Alphas to say." He shrugged. "Ahs Menina. All meeting places an places o' refuge are sacred, yar?"
He might have rambled further had not Chris spoken. The Irraka's head swivelled atavistically as Aeneas turned, eyes initially narrowed with suspicion. New wolf. New scent.
"Ah see yuh. Ahs called Aeneas." Guarded language from a guarded tongue.