Blackfoot Forest The foes of the righteous will be damned

Lemme slip sam in 'ere....

Samuel wasn't a deep believer in loyalty, though he did believe it was what a pack was built upon. He had already heard the news of the new alpha overthrowing Aaron, and that he was a brute with a shield. Although Samuel would rather just stay in his den and hide, fear could not be the reason he died. He was still the same man before. He still acted and behaved the same way. But growing with the Rosings, he learned that his family meant more to him than life itself. He would rather die to another's paws before allowing someone he loved die because of his fear. That was his drive, that was his motivation, that was his reason.

Walking along a hidden trail in the homeland, the mountain man went to go and seek out Liri. He wanted to make sure she was going to support him and the rest of the pack and stay loyal to Aaron. His long legs covered the ground with ease, and his fur bristled as each paw landed on the ground. He could see his mate, speaking to another he didn't know. She sounded enraged, and the other looked murderous almost. He gulped dryly, feeling a sense of anxiety overwash him like a wave in the ocean.

He decided to walk over, feeling the need to break tension up. He didn't like the other wolf to say the least, and would be sure to not turn his back on her. His fur continued to bristle, grey eyes becoming glossed over and stormy. His tail swung side to side in a neutral manner, though his facial expression told otherwise. He stood in silence once he reached them, though he stood protectively close to Liri with his eyes locked onto the other sharply. "I would hope there is no problem," he said softly, surprising to hear from a wolf of his stature. He was able to gain a majority of his weight back, though he wasn't complete yet. Once more he looked over Pallas, his nails scraping against the dirt.