Anxiety began to grow within Izah, his blue-green eyes glancing back and forth between the two. With years of secrecy, suspicion, and having to work on his own, the fact that they were speaking to one another like they had formed some sort of pact made him increasingly nervous.
Just calm down, he told himself sternly, fidgeting between paws. "Will someone please just tell me what's going on?" he interrupted, more edgy than he had meant it to be. The dark silvered male was becoming impatient, he had left most of the hunting pack behind but it could only be seconds until they regrouped and started tracking him down again.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Izah focused on the two once more. His gaze went toward Elly, and when he spoke it was more gentle, if strained. "If you can keep an eye on my eye color, I'd appreciate it. If the alpha of that demon pack is near, they'll start shifting back to an emerald green with a gold fleck on the right iris. It'll be a dead giveaway for him when he's near."