One of Maron's black tipped ears flickered and he cursed inwardly. They'd spotted him. He cocked his head to the side a little, slight smirk spreading across his face as his ears both perked forward. He stood tall, portraying the character of an animal who hated to be submissive and wouldn't be dominated easily, yet at the same time wasn't currently looking for a fight. He chuckled a dry bark of a laugh, without humour, when neither wolf spoke. Taking a step forward, he stood just in the shade of two trees, poised on strong legs, his powerful body firm. His thin reddish brown coat bristled a little and he stood his ground, waiting for one of the others to break the silence.