Northstar Vale take control

The earthy female demanded answers, bewildered and angry at the Creek wolves' presence, but the dark wolf was not quite so interested in Jinx's reason for being here. His hissing indicated that she would receive swift and violent punishment for whatever she had done (trespassing, first and foremost—Haunter knew not about the excavation of their cache), but the one-earred inkblot would not succumb to the threats of the one-eyed beast. He would face the same "consequences" as his packmate, as was his duty.

Instead of answering, the hair along his ruff and spine stood up as he tucked his chin—his throat having been directly threatened—and he bore his teeth in an aggressively defensive fashion. He didn't concentrate on what Jinx was doing, but his eyes were intently switching between the male and female Vale members, watching for one of them to attack first; though his gaze smartly lingered on the smokey-black male the most.

Unwilling to turn his back on the other two and leave himself exposed, slowly, Haunter began taking several steps backwards, his rigidly tense hip pressing into Jinx in silent urgency for her to do the same. He wasn't looking for a fight here, because if either of them called for backup, there was no doubt that the two Creekers would quickly become overwhelmed and possibly killed.