Northstar Vale i'm the pretty prince of parties

Aside from being on the alert that they weren't planning to mob him, Jax had paid no attention to the wolves surrounding the leader; to be fair, from his awkward position he couldn't exactly see them. The scents all blended together to form one smell of pure wolfiness, so that he couldn't even discern how many individuals there were with his nose. So when the male towering over him told him his companion would decide, Jax shifted his head just enough to see a pale shape standing next to the darker leader. "Hi," he stated, a neutral tone to hide his growing discomfort at the situation he had put himself in. Every pack he had visited before now had had a welcoming committee of one or two wolves; he wasn't sure he had ever seen this many other wolves at once before, much less surrounding him, at the command of a leader who could easily give the word for an attack.