Summer had found it very difficult to stop thinking about the two wolves his pack had taken captive after the fight. He had only been in Sunspire for a few days when it had happened, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance he had made the wrong decision agreeing to join these wolves. After the incident, a packmate had let little Levi in on the situation and why these things were happening. It had cleared many things up for the young wolf. If he was being honest with himself though, he knew already that he hadn't needed the details to know where his loyalty now lay.

But still... It didn't sit right with him the part he had played in their capture. He had only been obeying orders, but Summer still couldn't help but feel guilty, for the younger wolf in particular. The only consolation he felt was that he had been assured that they would be kept safe. Summer had often spotted Ferdie and Jace keeping a vigilant eye on them day and night. He liked to think that part of it was their desire to make certain no harm came to them, and that that part was greater than their desire to make sure they didn't escape.

Summer knew this because he too could often be found near the den where they were being held captive, just watching and wondering what he was to do about the black hole of guilt that threatened to swallow him from the inside out. He knew what he needed to do, but getting up the courage to do so had taken him some time. But finally, he had just barely managed it.

And so, with a fresh catch of fish dangling from his mouth, Summer approached stiff-legged and too terrified of what he was doing to even be nervous. As he came upon them, he was surprised to find not Jace or Ferdie keeping guard, but another packmate whom he had never before met. His ears shot forward as he listened to him speak to the younger captive, brow furrowing, and his head and tail instinctively (and foolishly) rising. He dropped the two fish he had brought onto the ground and stepped up, that good old Ostrega boldness causing the typically nervous, reserved boy to step up and out of place.

"Hey, you don't have to gawk at her like that," Summer said, eyes narrowed and lips pouted like the naive young boy he really was. No doubt he would quickly realize how dumb he was being and would apolog--oh, yep, there it came. "I mean.. You don't know, maybe... maybe they bite," he added quickly and awkwardly, hoping he had managed to lighten his attitude enough so as not to actually invoke any anger from the older (and much larger) male.

"...you don't want to get bit..." he finished lamely.