Stonehenge

Ava was already in the circle of stones when utter chaos erupted. Wolves were yelling a pup tumbled from Luna's jaws, the wolfess Champei was going crazy as she was talking to flowers...or did she say it was an ant? The next thing Ava knew Jo had a lost pup, and the large male that she had tried to warn about the stupid killing shadow tackled Jo. Ava had had enough. She opened her mouth to start yelling up a storm at the wolves gathered about when a silver male appeared out of the trees. Ugh! She thought there was just no end to this confusion. Why couldn't they all just gather into the stupid stone circle and just shut up?! She wondered irritated.

She held her tongue though, not because she was being a coward which was certainly not the case but simply because she didn't want to ruin her chances of being accepted into a pack. Even a pack that was obviously cursed for it summoned a killing machine shadow their way. There didn't seem to be any other welcoming packs at the moment for wandering loners. So she stayed put, and focused on watching the wolves. She had already labeled Jo as both a flirt and clever. Not to mention that he ranked as an alpha around here, which to her wasn't the smartest idea but whatever. The large brown wolf she thought as a hothead and a bit of an airhead as well. He didn't seem to be the smartest wolf in the forest. Champei, Ava just thought of as odd...wolves talking to ants and flowers seemed a bit on the crazy scale. But maybe it was because there was a shadow of death heading their way. The rest of the wolves were a mystery to Ava she not have got any real impressions from them to put them in a nice little figured out box in her head.

She walked over to the little chubby pup Luna had dropped. He was such a cute little thing, who had he'd said he belonged to again? Oh yeah, Jo. Jo having a pup came a bit odd to Ava but no matter the pup was soo cute! With his little chubby body and big ocean blue eyes.

Ava didn't realize she'd been looking down at the little pup a little lovingly, with a soft but present smile on her face. "Your such a cute little thing. What's your name little one? I'm Avaline but you little munchkin, may call me Ava." She said nuzzling him a little on the head with her nose. Oh the pup was soo cute!

She never realized that her one weakness could very well be pups. She glanced over at the large brown male that had tackled Jo. Ava would make sure to keep an eye on that wolf. She recalled hearing Luna say that wolf had tried to eat the little defenseless pup. And that didn't sit well with Ava in the least. She swore males never thought of anything more than their stomach's.

Wolves addressed: Chewbo
Wolves mentioned: All gathered around the Stonehenge (I'm lazy I didn't want to list them all XD)

"An ant? Steve? That's the most ridiculous things I have ever heard,"

Champei looked up at the male, her head tilted slightly. Most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard? He'd thought she'd been talking to the flower itself, surely that was more so than an ant. Flowers were alive though right? She began to wonder if you listened hard enough a flower would talk back. If that were to happen she could be the first one to hear it! The female smiled brightly, her tail wagging at the idea.

Having her head in the clouds had allowed her to phase out the yelling done by Bogatyr. However, surprisingly it was the soft calm voice of Lennox that brought her down. Her eyes blinked, as her thoughts of talking plants faded.

"Oh, hello, Lennox," she greeted warmly. "Hey you can meet Steve!" Champei placed a paw near her flower. "This is Steve, I'm keeping him safe from that big black eating thing. I hope it doesn't get any closer. I don't like it. Things are dying..." The female curled her tail around her. She certainly hoped she and her ant friend would be alright. "We're going to be ok aren't we Lenny?"

Wolves addressed: Bogatyr, Lennox
Wolves mentioned: others in area
((she speaks of 'Steve' so much I'm starting to wonder if I should add him to the list XD))

Wolf Addressed: Jo, Chewbo and Bogatyr
Wolf Mentioned: Jo, Chewbo, Bogatyr and Champei

The pup wagged it's small, fluffy tail as Champei asked for an introduction, "Oh! I would love tah' meet Stave!" He said feeling less worried about the dark presence and focusing more on the wolves around him. Was Steve a member of the pack? Was he nice?
The small pair of oceanic eyes went from the friendly, story telling female to the new, darker colored one that had approached him. He sniffed at her paws a bit before looking up at her, his eyes fixed on hers as they were much easier to see with their yellow glow through the dark night, "Hullo Ms. Ava!" He said up to her, setting a paw on his own head, "Oi'm Chewbo!" He says blinking a bit, was it nickname time, "But yo' can call me Chewy!" That's what his mother always called him.
The attention from his eyes suddenly darted away as he heard the very wolf he had been looking for speak to him, denying him of his claim!
"But you ah'!" He said quickly toddling off to where he had dropped the grey tuff of fur, picking it up in his mouth and running back over as fast as his stubby legs would take him. He set it down on the ground in front of the male, sniffing at it and then sniffing at him once more, closing his eyes and nodding his head, "Yep, you ah' him alright!" Though that poor tuff of fur had been dragged from many places, the smell of Jo still continued to linger on it.
He also looked back up to Luna, who too had doubted him, then back to the tuff of fur. What did they have to say now that the proof was right under their noses?

Addressed: Champei, Ava, Jo

Rebekka could feel the looming presence behind her. The shadows were hot on her heels and she whined as she tried to push herself ahead of them. Her chest burned from sprinting and her legs hurt from the shadows nipping at them earlier. She was never a fast sprinter; her forte was her patience, which came in handy as the leader of the pack. Though it wasn't exercised that well whenever Jo was around. He's always had the ability to infuriate her with trying. Even when they first met he had that ability ready for her it seemed. Finally Rebby jumped into the inner circle of the stones and tumbled as she did so. She laid on the ground and wheezed for a bit. Perhaps she should do more sprinting when she got the chance. She didn't want to be caught up in a situation where someone has to put their lives in danger because she's not fast enough. As she regained her breath, she sat up straight and counted the members off in her head, but there was a problem. There were wolves there that she didn't recognise as well as wolves missing. Where was Jet? Did he get their warning? She thought that a looming dark shadow that was silencing the animals was enough of a sign to run away from the den and into the safe circle. Legends say that the inner circle of this stone-henge helps protect whoever is in it from some of the spirits and mythical creatures that liked to haunt the land. This was the safest place for them to be, s when some of her pack members were not here she felt worry and anxiousness. She hoped that they got the message otherwise she'd have to go out and find them herself. She didn't mind the fact of doing that, it was just that she couldn't guarantee their safety. Rebby was a clumsy wolf after all. She tore her gaze from the black spreading through the forest, to the strangers in the area. She furrowed her eyebrows in surprise when she say a wolf knock Jo over. With a hesitant step forward, Rebekka tried to stand between them, “Do you mind letting my mate go please?” She gave this wolf a polite smile with a nervous gleam in her eye. Rebekka's reprimanded herself when she didn't sound more forceful. Of course she knew Jo could get him off but she wanted to try and exercise her power against other wolves. She had a feeling it wouldn't work with the anger that was in the stranger's eyes. “What did you do now, Jo?” Rebekka scoffed as she turned back to him and rolled her eyes. “I leave you for five minutes and you manage to get yourself in trouble.” She shook her head with a frown and studied the strangers on this land, “Do you plan on making a request to join this pack? Because if you do, you're standing on one of the alpha's.” Then a little voice broke her out of her alpha mode. She turned to the pup that was not far away from both Jo and this threatening wolf. He had a grey tuft of fur with him and she tilted her head curiously at the pup, “Hello little one, what have you got there?” Rebby questioned with a warm smile on her face. Rebby loved puppies, despite the fact that she's never had any. She studied this little one and grinned at his chubby face. Though upon closer inspection she frowned, “Why do you have a tuft of Jo's fur?” She didn't recognise it at first, but now it was definite that it was Jo's fur. What had Jo been up to exactly? (meh, catch up post. Sorry for the wait. Was busy with uni)

WOLVES ADDRESSED: Bog, Chew, Jo

Ear flicked toward the pup and Jo, she was disappointed to hear the male deny that the pup was his. Champei thought that the little one was cute and it would be grand if he had found his relative, especially his father.

She was a little surprised and confused as again Jo pressed himself to her side. Was this something he did often? The first time she'd thought it was a greeting but now she was confused. Surely he wasn't greeting her again right? If he was she didn't want to be rude so she wagged her tail.

For some reason though she felt a slight ach at his words though she didn't know why. Not letting it show though she asked him, "What do you mean make puppies? We can make those?! Do we need dirt and leaves? Maybe Steve can help!!" Champei bounced up in excitement, the pain of a long forgotten memory forced out in an attempt to stay happy. For this bouncy russet female has kept many things from her mind so long that such things are not ones she can comprehend. Unbeknownst to those around her, her past was as black as the clouds around them.

Wolves addressed: Jo
Wolves mentioned: Chewbo, others

Ava could hardly catch up with what was going on around her, Jo denied his pup, the big brown male was speaking gibberish, and the female with the flower thought pups were made from dirt. Was she dreaming? If she was this was by far the weirdest one she'd ever had. She bit her lip hard to be rewarded with the familiar metallic taste of blood. Nope it seemed she was awake.
She turned to Jo a bit angry, first she would set this straight. No parent whether they knew it or not should deny their child. And this pup was such a cute thing too, and well mannered. Little Chewbo, little cute Chewy as he told her to call him.
Jo's mate came onto the scene offering acceptance into the pack to the large brown male. And Chewbo ran off to grab something before appearing underfoot again. Holding a grey tuft of fur in his jaws that he tossed towards Jo. Ava looked at the tuft of fur then back at Jo, this must be proof! She thought, smiling.

"That does smell like Jo." She commented, "Are you sure Chewbo isn't yours?" She asked Jo, hoping he'd change his mind.

Wolves addressed: Jo
Wolves mentioned: All gathered by stones
(Lame )

Maddy streaked towards the stones next to Rebekka, stumbling in her stride from time to time as she accidentally mis-placed one of her paws in her run to reach the rocks. She did not quite know how heading to the rocks was going to help, but she trusted Jo, she had to trust him, he was her alpha after all.

Maddy arrived in time to see an unknown wolf yelling full on at Jo and having him pinned down. Her eyes widened, another wolf?! She watched as his outburst gradually subsided and he seemed to stare down at his paws. She nervously shifted, that had been an angry wolf.

Her attention then shifted to what everyone's attention seemed to be on. A little wolf pup. Ammy cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow in confusion, then her expression softened as she was reminded of her brother's pups. "Hello little one," she smiled gently. "Your name is Chewbo right?" She then watched as the pup scampered off and came back with a piece of fur. "Is that Jo's fur?" she asked murmured quietly in confusion. Why would a pup have some of Jo's fur?

"Skuchatʹ (miss), when a female and male get disgustingly close to one another enough to do naughty things, that's how puppies are made. I suppose that's what those two do all the time, thus this puppy was born."

Amanda then turned her attention to the large male as he corrected Champei. She didn't know how to go about asking if he was alright after his outburst a few minutes beforehand. She definitely did not want to anger him. "Are you okay now..." Amanda trailed off at the end, trying to think of a polite way to address him. She was a polite wolf, but she was used to calling others 'laddie' or 'lassie'. She shook her head then re-started her question. "Are you okay now, sir?" she asked politely and fixed her half-blind gaze on him. Sir would have to do for that question. "I would use your actual name, but I don't think I heard it." She hoped she wouldn't anger him. She hoped silently that he wouldn't snap at her.

"There's no need to get aggressive. I am here, and you know it. I bear no hostilities to any of your pack."

The storyteller's head then suddenly whipped up and she looked around. Her ear twitched as she caught the harsh tone and her tail tip flicked as she glanced at Rebekka and Jo waiting to see what they would do.

Wolves Adressed: Chewbo, Bogatyr
Wolves Mentioned: Rebekka, Chewbo, Jo, Bogatyr, Champei, Circe (of sorts)

(yet again kind of lame ^^' My writing skills have been a bit off recently. By the way guys, one of my friends shall be joining sometime within the week I think ^-^
And yet again I am testing colours, because the white and bold white lettering didn't seem to work too good.)

Wolf Addressed: Jo, Bogatyr and Lennox
Wolf Mentioned: All

Fortunately for Champei, Bogatyr's explanation went right over her head. She could not fathom what sort of things a male and female would to together if they go close, let alone how it might make a puppy. It seemed silly. Lennox's explanation of magic sounded much better. There was something she didn't understand though. He's said when they ' love each other very much.' What was that? What did love mean?

Her ears perked up as the white male said that 'Steve' said thanks. She grinned broadly, leaning down to the ant, tail wagging happily. "You're welcome Steve! I couldn't very well leave you out there with that horrible black thing coming. That would have made me an ant killer." She finished with a nod.

Sitting back up she looked over at a new female to enter the area. Champei wagged her tail a the newcomer before her eyes came to rest on the puppy again. She remembered her query of Lennox's talk of puppies. "What is love?" she questioned.

Wolves addressed: Lennox, somewhat Circe
Wolves mentioned: Bogatyr

The chubby pup looked about at the wolves around him, it seemed as if everyone was on his side except his own father, it was a bit odd to him, even the tuft didn't seem to be enough to convince the male, though it was old and worn out from the child's travel, he looked exhausted and hungry.

"Hello little one, your name is Chewbo right? Is that Jo's fur?"

He nodded sternly to the female, wiggling his little fingers, "Why yesh ma'am, I am Chewbo!" He answered, then looking to the tuft of fur, "My mummy showed it to me so oi could found him." He says looking back to the suspected father, why was he pushing him away so hard, did he not want Chewbo? The pup grinned a bit at being called hansom and wagged his tail a bit before the big question emerged.

"Well, well then. Who's the lucky lady Jo?"

""I do not know. Hey, Kid. Who's your mom? Is she around her?"

The small pair of eyes looked up at the question group of wolves as they asked him of his mother, "Huh' name is Gene, er... was Gene..." He says sighing a bit as he remembered why it was he had come here, shivering a bit on his coat as he started thinking about her, "She's not really... around... anymore." The loss had quite a big impact on him as she was his only family for a long time and left him out in the cold world, but things were going to change, right? Would he find a family with this new group of wolves that already seemed to be caring for him a lot?

Address: Everyone, really.

"What do you mean make puppies? We can make those?! Do we need dirt and leaves? Maybe Steve can help!!" Rebekka turned to Champei and tilted her head. Did she really not know how puppies were made...? The thought didn't bother Rebby much, it meant that Jo's advances would at least work on one less wolf than normal. It wasn't that Rebby got jealous (that's what she told herself anyway) it was just that sometimes it got irritating when Jo would flirt as if he had no care in the world. The shadows had forced them into this one safe location and there he was, flirting away with the unsuspecting wolf, Champei. Ignoring the pup that had tried to address him just because he had other things on his mind. Things that could wait, Rebekka thought with a grumble. She sighed at Jo but a little smile slipped on her face at Champei. It was nice that she was innocent. Definitely refreshing from Jo's behaviour. Rebekka made a note to spend some time with this wolf. At least give her a chance away from Jo for a little bit. Rebby smiled when Lennox tried to explain how puppies were made. She watched him with interest in her eyes...he seemed more at ease with this female that he had around her the first time. Perhaps he liked her innocence? "Steve thanks you very much for saving him. I am sure we will be fine Champei. I hope...” Rebekka's eyes softened at Lennox playing along with Champei. She looked between them both and gave Lennox a subtle look. Perhaps she would let Lennox have some alone time with Champei instead of herself. Rebekka nodded at Lennox's uncertainty, “We will do everything to keep this pack safe.” she tried her best to sound confident, though a little tremor sounded through her voice as she glanced at the shadows eating at the trees. “Even Steve will be safe.” Rebekka smiled gently at Champei, “Lennox can help you and Steve, right?” Rebby lifted her eyes up to Lennox with the same gentle look. She showed a little nervousness in them, but she trusted him enough to help her out. They had enough problems without all of the wolves freaking out. "I don't need your otvratitelʹno (disgusting) pack," Rebby snapped her head towards the foreign wolf and had an expression of shock and confusion. She had no idea what word he had said, but she assumed that it wasn't a good one. With a gulp, Rebby nodded as calmly as she could and addressed him, “That may be...” she started as she straightened her posture to impose her power onto him (all be it badly), “But, with the shadows threatening our lands, I adivse- no I order you to stay here.” She stole a glance at Jo to see how she was doing. “You may not be part of our pack, but I will not let you die. Once the shadows retreat, then you may take your leave.” Rebekka felt her legs shake slightly, she had never been so forceful before. She had no idea what she would do if this wolf took her order as a threat and wanted to challenge her on it. She couldn't handle two challenges in one day. That would be too much for her. But still, she tried to hold strong and keep a straight face at the brute in front on her. “when a female and male get disgustingly close to one another enough to do naughty things, that's how puppies are made. I suppose that's what those two do all the time, thus this puppy was born," Rebby's composer was broken as heat warmed her face and she became flustered, “W-what? No!” she stuttered towards the wolf, “W-we don't have a pup. T-that pup isn't mine.” Her blush became greater as she kept stuttering in front of the stranger. “You see, Fate? This is what you put me through” Rebekka whined to herself as she tried to cover her blush. She cleared her throat and shook her head, “Despite us being mates, we do not do that.” She looked back to the other wolves, “I swear we don't.” Rebekka got easily flustered when it came to topics about physical relationships, especially when it involved Jo. They constantly argued (morel like, she tells him off and he takes it), and though they cared about each other, the mere thought of getting that intimate with anyone, much less Jo caused Rebekka to become even more flustered. "That does smell like Jo.""Are you sure Chewbo isn't yours?" Avaline thankfully changed the topic, allowing Rebekka to turn her thoughts to the little pup. The fur did look like Jo's and like Ava said, it certainly did smell like him. “It wouldn't surprise me.” Rebby mumbled to herself as she surveyed the little wolf. Such a little face made her heart melt a little. What was he doing all the way out here without a mother? She finally turned to Jo and noticed his posture was slightly off. She frowned as she figured it must have been from when the foreign wolf had knocked him down. She looked at Jo with worry etched into her eyes, but she knew there was a more pressing issue at hand, “Jo...this is your pup?” Rebekka wasn't mad at all. She knew what activities Jo liked to do, but it still surprised her that a pup had come all this way to find him. "Huh' name is Gene, er... was Gene..." "She's not really... around... anymore.” Rebekka's eyes softened at the pups words and lowered herself to his level, “I'm sorry, sweetheart.” She said gently as she looked at him warmly. The pup just melted her heart with his sad tone. “You can stay here with us.” she gave him a little smile. She wanted to do more to comfort the small pup, but she wasn't sure if he would appreciate it. Not everyone wanted comfort from someone when they experienced death. Much less from their fathers mate...their mother in law. Her attention was once turned back to the foreign wolf as he grunted and took his leave. Her eyes widened as she chased after him to stop him, “Stop! Don't be so reckless! Get back here!” She pleaded with the wolf with a worried expression. There were so many things going on that she didn't know what to do. Another wolf had entered the area which made Rebekka even more flustered. With a aggitated growl Rebekka did the only thing that would get the wolf to stay within the circle. She bit his tail. She was in trouble now.

WOLVES ADDRESSED: Champei, Lennox,Bog, Jo, Chewbo WOLVES MENTIONED: Circe, Avaline NOTES: Wow. Mega post

"Huh' name is Gene, er... was Gene...She's not really... around... anymore."

Amanda felt a pang of sympathy for the pup. She didn't know what it was like to have a relative die, much less her mother; Iona. Iona was a gentle sole and had treated both her pups with kindness that knew no bounds. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like to lose Iona at such an age like Chewbo and that was hard to admit due to her rank which meant she had to have a broad imagination.

“You can stay here with us.”

Amanda nodded in agreement with the alpha female. "We'll look after you," she assured him smiling gently at him.

She then noticed the glare that the foreign wolf was giving her. She turned her full attention back to him, and she almost flinched. Almost.
The only glares that had ever come close to that of his was when she was in her brother's new pack. They hadn't liked her and the feeling had been mutual.
Glares like that made her feel uncomfortable and made her want to squirm as if that would help how uncomfortable she felt.
She did not want this wolf to think that she was a push-over and wimp so she calmly looked at him, not glaring or anything just giving him a look that showed that she wouldn't be scared out of her wits so easily. She was nervous and frightened on the inside though, he was rather intimidating.

"Bogatyr."

Amanda had heard the huff from him a second earlier, which she took was a fine. "Good to hear," she said still being polite and nice. She was then debating on whether to introduce herself to him or not but before she could reach a decision he walked out of the stone area.

She couldn't help the outburst that came next. "What are you doing you goon?! You'll get yourself killed!" she exclaimed. Did he think he could survive that black cloud that was coming towards them?
Before she herself could rush forward and in front of him to stop him, she watched as Rebekka lunged forward and grabbed his tail. Worry then wormed it's way into the storyteller, how would Bogatyr react?

(And introduced some Scottish slang for Amanda.
Goon=Idiot.")

Wolves Addressed: Chewbo, Bogatyr
Wolves Mentioned: Chewbo, Bogatyr and Rebekka.

“W-what? No!”“W-we don't have a pup. T-that pup isn't mine.” “You see, Fate? This is what you put me through”“Despite us being mates, we do not do that.”“I swear we don't.”

“We can do it that way if you want, Pidge?” He smirked as he licked his mate's snout. She was so easy to tease and one did not even have to try. A simple word about their situation caused her to ramble and to grow embarrassed.

 "Huh' name is Gene, er... was Gene..." "She's not really... around... anymore."

Jo's brows frowned as the little pup announced who his mother was and that she was not around. Jo barely remember the female and felt a little guilty that she was dead, not that it was his fault. He scanned over the pup and nodded as the pup did look like his mother. She as a sweet little thin, but Jo did not want to settle at that age. He didn't want to settle now, but the fates had made him. He never thought that after one night would have results like this. Didn't it take a few attempts to bring life into the world? Evidently not. Jo wondered how many more pups were his out in the world. Hopefully, they did not seek their father. He didn't practically want pups running around the pack; one was enough.

Gene. He wondered how the female died. Was it disease or was it man? He'd never know and it looked like the pup didn't know either. A small pang of sorrow hit his chest, but he willed it away. No point weeping about the dead. They were dead and he was not. Himself, his mate and his pack were alive and that's what counted.

 “Jo...this is your pup?”

“Gene and I only met once, but it looks like our actions came to this” He answered as he looked down at the pup. He gave a sigh as it become clear that no female was coming back for her pup. Chewbo was here to stay. “And now we're paying for it” He replied. Sadly, Gene had paid a bigger price.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart.“You can stay here with us.” 

We'll look after you,"

Though, the male was glad to have so many females in the pack. They would things a lot more simpler. They could look after the pup and Jo could continue his life as normal. He'd bond with him a little if it came to it, but he'd prefer it if that never happened. Pups were messy and annoying. He did not have time with that. “Yeah, sure, you can stay, kid” He smiled as he ruffled the kid's head with his paw.

"Fine, then I will leave.

Jo turned his head and saw that the big male was trying to leave. The idiot. Did he have a death wish? Was his pride really that strong or was he simply foolish. He rolled his eyes as he watched him leave. It was not Jo's problem to keep strangers from dying. His pack is what mattered. However, it soon became his problem when Rebby sank her teeth into the male's tail to stop him from leaving. “Oh this isn't good” Jo mumbled as he run over to the pair. “Amanda, make sure that pup doesn't go anywhere.” He ordered as he reached Rebby's side. “Look, mate, my mate is right. You leave, you'll die. Wouldn't be no skin off my back, but it would cause my mate to stress and that isn't good.” He said causally as he stood next to his mate. He would attack if they male decided to harm his lady.

Wolves addressed: Boga, Rebby, Amanda and Chewbo
Notes: Too lazy to get my table
word count: 615

"When you grab a warrior by the tail, Miss Rebekka, you can expect to be bit." Shelyn's voice called out as the female finally made her way to them. Bogatyr would not have seen this wolf before, and with her ease of carriage, it is possible to believe her to be a part of this pack, rather than one of its current challenges.

Shelyn was a wolf of shorter than average stature, but a notably stockier build. When she walked, it was with quiet steps, and when she stopped, she planted her feet with the certainty of a wolf ready for a fight. She was definitely of a warrior band, although one unlike the wolves gathered would have known. Her fur was a russet color, her eyes a glinting yellow, and narrowed as she took in the scene. She was a calculating, dangerous foe, that would be certain.

Well, this pack seemed to make friends wherever it went, didn't they? Now they had a roaring brute with them. Shelyn knew the type, those that bellow and roar, and have a bite just as fierce. However, a wolf that roared often hid a deeper uncertainty, she thought with some amusement. Shelyn only raised her voice to challenge and sing, never to intimidate - her methods were often just as dangerious, but much more insidious.

He reminded her of a wolf named Rokoto, one of Bernadine's most trusted warriors. He'd been dumb as a post, but often a little flirting and a lot of placitudes could soothe them and occasionally bend the will.

"Bogatyr, now, is it?" She said, approaching with a preserved confidence. Best to not let them know you were nervous around brutes like these. If they saw they couldn't make you cower, it could take the wind out of their sails, as the saying goes. "That's a powerful name. Well suited, if I may be so brazen." She said. There was no flirtation in her tone, but merely the addressing of one warrior by another.

"I am Shelyn of the Lyngve, a warrior tribe. The wolves that feebly try to bind you do so foolishly, and I hope that you will forgive their impudence, for they know not what they do and how gravely they trespass."

A good dousing of compliments on an obviously stronger wolf was never a difficult thing to do. Shelyn always admired wolves of strength, so her words were sincere. Perhaps her approach would diffuse the situation, and the alphas would realize what she was doing - and how badly this could end if they didn't.

Wolves Addressed: Bogatyr, wolves around him.