Oliver Burton

The pack was sustainable on its own, well before he arrived and yet the English businessman possessed an eye and knowledge... for more. Brought to the table new investment opportunities. After all, who could not benefit from more? No harm could come from a diverse portfolio. The sharp businessman had learned that money offered power and more importantly... security. Perhaps if his family was in his position that he possessed now, they would still be alive. Thoughts he rarely dwelled on rather use it as motivation. "Just a little. Mainly Bitcoin and Ethereum. There is money to be made.. although, I do have some conjectures." He admitted assuredly to Frost's inquiry. Yet that moment was not the time to discuss them in length, not the gritty details. Especially, not when that shrill cry ripped through the house with such urgency. It both Abigail and even Oliver to a high alert. All save for Frost. He barely bat a snowy eyelash at sudden commotion.

Oliver, at once drew around the island to the were-panda after she sounded her own shriek, he anticipated a threat, far larger than nothing. The English businessman hold an uncharacteristic edge. He stood tall, quiet, deadly. His broad shoulders tensed, as he reacted sheerly on instinct forged from the worries of his own past. He strained to hear for any commotion and yet there was little beyond the ordinary. Except for perhaps the footfalls of the woman known as Malia trudging through the upstairs. By Frost's unflappable demenour alone, should have been enough to ease the room, even though an uneasy quiet remained for only a few short moments before the fear washed away as immediate danger no longer existed... and in its place... an overwhelming energetic panda emerged.

That sudden realization gripped the panda almost resolutely at that fact that Oliver had never met Malia. The panda was nothing but an auburn blur as she ran to the staircase to yell up at it to the distressed woman on the second story. A sigh left the alpha's lips drew Oliver's hard business-like gaze that no longer possessed that edge as he questioned the commonplace of screaming in this household. Frost was quick to answer, the words spoken in familiar cool, deadpan tone. Screaming.... Lots of screaming, but mainly when excited. It was Oliver's time to sigh, shaking his head in defeat, as if he knew which battles he was destined to lose. "So always then." Was all he almost grumbled the words even though veiled behind them was an pinprick of amusement. Frost finally rose from his chair to follow where the commotion outside the kitchen remained.

There was no sight of Malia, the woman remained upstairs awaiting her alpha's presence. Abigail lingered at the foot of the stairs that Oliver drew toward, lingering by the bannister. He claimed that perhaps that very moment was not the best time to meet her coyote friend. After all, it was very clear that it was Frost that distressed woman needed... for something. Something in which, Oliver thought maybe had to do with a creepy crawly of some kind. Abigail at least quickly abandoned her personal mission to introduce him to the other packmate as she drew a little closer, willing to at least tentatively agree. For how long, he hardly knew.

The polar bear seemed oblivious to the lack of members... yet the lack of scents within the home should have been telling enough. Frost was just about to climb the steps when suddenly the presence of another... a woman entered the fold of chaos. Perhaps that was the joys of a pack house? Always people coming and going. The dark featured businessman turned just enough to face the sound of what Oliver would call a polite inquiry. The familiar sound of that accent struck him first, which caused that heavy to stare to land upon the new woman. Frost words were offered bluntly, any sign of how he knew the woman... all but a mystery. Apparently, Frost was doomed to meet every last obstacle before reaching the distressed woman upstairs. It was almost like the alpha was content to leave upon those words along.. only to halt partially up his ascent to peer down at woman who lingered in the foyer. His striking white locks fell in front of his eyes that he wondered if he could see any of them from under that unique mop of hair of his... The only note of familiarity between the two was that he called her by her name. Yet he hardly seemed to possess any kind of... joy to see her. Then again, he had yet to see the man possess any semblance of that emotion. Perhaps the simple fact that he didn't kick her out was enough that he... at least tolerated the young woman. All before offering Abby to possibly share a carrot.

Oliver's nutmeg hued eyes shifted toward his auburn haired companion with a near questioning look.. as if uncertain she would be willing to part with one of her purple carrots. Not another word was uttered before Frost continued up the steps, his long legs making short work of reaching the top before disappearing into one of the rooms above.

A complete quiet seemed to settle between the trio that were left alone, the panda seemed to brush against his side as if preferring to remain close. As if she was little wary of the woman. That question from the panda was almost tentative as if unsure if she really wanted to share part of that hoard which remained in the kitchen. How unusual of the usually bubbly, outgoing creature. Oliver stood protectively by, unwilling to let no threat to come to her. The auburn woman peered up toward Oliver with a questioning look, that caused his own features to visibly warm for a flash of a second with silent platonic fondness. He offered an encouraging nod as he awaited the other woman's reply. The polar bear sentinel was merely content that the newcomer called Edith didn't scream, or prompt more screaming from Abigail. Perhaps while he was at the two women's mercy until Frost returned.