Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

Matters got chaotic fast. More wolves, more words, and eventually more violence. It centered on Jhala first, but the retaliation was quick to start and soon involved Moonbrook as well. Silas' eyes were wide, his ears swinging towards Reek for guidance and confirmation. As it was, they still had them outnumbered, and even he could see that this would tip in their favor considering the rapid descent into unorganized madness the glad wolves continued to encourage -- something utterly confirmed by the sight of a puppy.

But Laurel was off like a bullet towards that and already, Silas had been moving closer to Reek to support him against their stranger that he guessed was in charge. However he was not bold enough to make massive moves. He was bristling, snarling, a show more or less, with a few swings and snaps here and there towards the female's legs. Dagfinn soon joined Reek as well, so Silas felt this was looking pretty assured for their side's favor. The hunter didn't want to distract Reek, for he seemed to hold his ground against her well enough, and before he knew it Jhala and Moonbrook were coming too. The other female was making her exit..

Silas backed off, letting the older wolves tangle with Shalon so he could take stock of what all was happening here. An utter mess, surely, but for probably not much longer. He stood readied to act, but everyone seemed to have it covered. He looked out for any extra surprises, just in case.