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Tynan was ignored, which was to be expected. He did not want conversation with these newcomers, but merely wanted to assess them. Sawyer was dismissed, but Crimson turned without chasing him off. Tynan couldn't help but smile... really, if the fem had ordered him to go, he would have had to. Beta trumped Lead Fighter, of course. Still, he was glad to be left to his own devices. He did not mind authority when it was well used. The remark about leaving humans here was well said, however... though unnecessary. Tynan could tell merely by scent that these two hadn't seen humans in a long while, though it was not unlikely that a dog would stoop so low as to turn traitor on a pack. Some dogs hated wolves just as much as some wolves hated dogs.

Another bru wandered up to him, and Tynan eyed the dog indifferently. He had seen this one around occasionally, though not often enough to catch his name or rank. It wouldn't hurt to get to know some of his other packmates, however. He could still be considered new, technically, and he hadn't exactly been the most social since coming here. It wasn't his way, however. He stayed out of the business of others and, if they were smart, they stayed out of his.

The german shepherd spoke and Tynan nodded in agreement. It was uneventful, life in Muerta. He was actually starting to miss the city with it's constant excitement. There was always a fight to be had, and Tynan had always enjoyed a good scrap, even if he did not like killing. "Such is life, boring to the last," he responded, tone amused. This dog seemed a decent type, at least from first impressions.

"And I applaud your choice of words. I doubt that domesticated personality would go very far in a place such as this, don't you agree?" He was a bit more at ease, and a more real smile touched upon his maw as he looked at Bandit. The bru was interesting, he had to give him that. Still, his time as a street dog had drilled into him an inate distrust of any other canine, a lesson that he definitally wasn't going to forget here. It was odd, though... the way that Bandit walked, his carriage, was oddly familiar somehow. Tynan had been studying the hessian since he had first approached, and it was irking him that he couldn't remember how he knew this bru.

Suddenly, he remembered. Garret. This hessian had the same general traits as his brother. They were subtle, though, most likely a result of the other dog's time among this pack. It seemed, however, that this dog had finally gotten smart, left the humans who had bred him to walk in that way. His brother was still a groveling whelp, always walking at the side of his 'partner', always the first into a fight that would result in no gain for himself. Pathetic. Oh, he had always liked his brother Garret. The dog had a sense of honor, at least, which was more than he could say for Damon. Garret was just an idiot who did not realize his own power. A new interest was awoken within Tynan. Who knew, maybe he was mistaken. Still, after years of avoiding dogs like this one, he could normally spot them. After all, he was the best. He ran the streets.

"Greetings, Bandit." The irony deepened. What an interesting name for one of his former occupation to hold. "I am Tynan. What has brought me here? It's a long story. I think I'll just sum it all up to treason and exile." He shook his head, then looked Bandit. "How about you? I'm sure there is an interesting story there."