[J] Bubble Up Inside

Two howls rose to the sky above as he made his way to the outsider. Neither made him pause. Kapvik bulldozed his way into a possibly unwelcome accumulation. If he has offended, his superiors best let it be known or let it sit and fester like a wound gone fetid. Not right now in front this outsider, of course. Did not want to tarnish the glossy Tartok motif. If he did that, well, he would not be doing anyone favors.
INDENTThe wolf submitted to him, but that was not enough. Kapvik was seconds away from running off this worn out wolf until he heard an audible, very near gnarl. Not from the likes of Aegeus but elsewhere. Furs shuddering at all the hubbub, he watched as the Big Bad™ strode onto the scene, ushering him to keep quiet. Kapvik was irate in being chided at - like a child, no less - but he was not about to smear the Big Bad's name in the mud. He had no reason to aside from making a spectacle of his rank in Kapvik's face. Which did not grate on his nerves as much as Kroc's did. Sniffing, Kapvik's growl gradually died down until nothing but the vulgarian sounds of wilderness filled the spaces between them.
INDENTKapvik peered endlessly into the back of Kerosene's head, observant and judgmental of the shrewd and blatant movements the flame displayed. The composure with a bite of disquietude he portrayed was...inexplicably calming. Maybe a little over the top, but calming nonetheless. The need to fight - to bulwark his home - was curbed. The need would mask itself as necessity, as it did earlier. Shame and discomfiture filled him but it did not show.
INDENTOnce his favored she-bear came along, all ill emotions left him. That, at least, was visible to all who looked upon him. Eyes looking to Tonravik's distended belly, the urge to ward off the unwelcome gnawed at the back of his mind. For not being his pups, he was very protective of them...He wondered briefly if Kerosene would approve or disapprove with this sentiment seeing as they were his children in that big ass belly. Kapvik did not wish to ruminate on it, blazing regard settling back on to Tartok's latest applicant.