[[I think the post order reset itself. x.x (guessing). ]]
A low and distinctive growl escaped from Jon, his nostrils flaring at the scent of another werewolf. One that he had not ever encountered and did not wish to by the look on Edna's face. It was stoic, cold, yet determined as if she were stone as his own posture would resemble the same but it was more loose. The business, it didn't matter, but the safety of his cousin and his own self did. "Miss. Orihara, is it? Pleasure to make your acquaintance this evening," the teenager was the first to speak, as the werewolf before them spoke of a warning. She was fully aware of the "power" each of the packs had, but, she was neutral to all parties. Crow shouldn't be that insipid enough to have angered one of the allies his pack had rarely of. Jon licked his lips, only breathing in softly, and watching the environment unfold before him much like a unfinished puzzle.
His green eyes darted, examining the teenager from head to toe, and only noted her as nothing but danger. Oh, how wrong he could've been. And how wrong he could've been to think also that his cousin was brittle, unable to protect herself. But, this was all kept to himself. "We know that is it best to be left alone. Passing through territory in neutral colors should signify that we have no conflict with Crow," she flashed her gray jacket as the cousin snickered beside her. A warning glance was shot to him as Jon rolled his eyes in an amused fashion. "This Crow guy..he's?" The newcomer asked. "The alpha of the Death Riders'," Edna confirmed as Jon only nodded his head.
"And she is...?" He nodded his head in the direction this "Miss. Orihara." "Information breaker.
Neutral," she spoke a summary of what was to be mentioned of Hikaru or "Spitfire." It could've been also mentioned of the close affiliation she had to the Death Riders', but, it would cause issue if she were to bring it up. It wasn't important, for now. "Look, Ori..I'll just call you Ori," Jon began as Edna shook her head in a disappointed fashion. Oh dear. "Spitfire," was all Edna did as she corrected him. It wouldn't be smart to piss of Spitfire and it wouldn't be wise to piss off Edna alike. " Alright, Spitfire," the nickname rolled off his tongue as if nothing, "we're passing through. Nothing more. If this Crow has his feathers in a knot, he should confront us..." Edna shushed him, patting his shoulder.
"My condolences to hear what happened to the beta. If news happened to pass through my ears, I'll report it," she began to try to end the conversation as she glanced over Hikaru's shoulder, ready to leave. "So I take this..as a goodbye," Jon smiled a toothy grin as his hands slipped into his pockets.