Izah's eyes narrowed slightly as he considered the female before him, shifting his muzzle so his right eye could get a clear view of her. Though the silvered wolf remained silent, hesitant to answer her questions. How much did she know? What was her involvement in all of this? Would she try something if she knew the truth? He had already risked to much by helping her.
"If you did not need my aid," he at last broke the silence. "It would of been better for me if you had attempted escape sooner."
Turning his gaze away from the female, he rose his muzzle to the air and breathed in. Clear so far... Next he shifted his gaze to the trees, taking a few paces toward them as if he were about to leave. "My name is Izah," abruptly he paused, looking back. "Depending on how much you know, that name alone should give you a clear reason why I'm being hunted down. I have someone else waiting for me and must check to make sure she is alright. As for knowing you had been caught, I was a short distance away when I heard your yelp, and it was partially my fault you were caught for that pack had scattered all over these woods in search of me. So I felt like I had to do something to make up for it, nothing more. Now, what are you going to do?"
As always, Izah remained alert with muscles tense. He observed the female carefully, for she could simply howl and alert the enemy pack of their presence. It could of all simply been a trap to lure him out like what had happened before, or if she knew what Izah could do, she could try winning the packs favor by turning him in or try killing him herself. Whichever the case, if he saw a hint of betrayal or trickery, he was prepared to act, wither it be striking her down or riding with the wind.