Stone Circle acquaintances

Grayday was, indeed, nearby. Nothing too dangerous had been happening, so he'd eased back on his trailing of her and tried to simply remain in her general vicinty - whistling distance, as it were. And although the conversation was a fair bit quieter than whistling, the sound of an unfamiliar voice still perked Grayday's ears. If he'd been paying half as much attention to the goings-on around the pack that he paid to Amber's safety, he might've noticed they had a new recruit - but Day tended to stay focused on things like this.

It was a woman's voice, and that eased the male's nerves somewhat. It shouldn't have, but he was just a little bit sexist, at the end of the day. Besides, he couldn't've known that it was another woman that'd murdered Althaia that day. Still, even if he had considered her the same level of threat as an unfamiliar male, the questions seemed somewhat innocuous at first. It wasn't a crime to wonder about your new packmates, after all.

But then Amber's voice grew a bit antsy, and it was too much for Day to take lying down. Worried, the male turned his nose away from the rabbit trail he'd been following and made his way toward the dark smear of Amber on the horizon, and toward the dusty blob of someone else. He didn't know it, but a quiet growl was already ticking in his throat when he reached his mate's side - not loud enough for the other female to hear, but deep enough that Amber would feel it like a second heartbeat under his skin.

"Everything peachy?" he asked, trying for levity but not quite achieving it. He already didn't like the other woman. Her questions bordered on rude and were blatantly invasive, but Day had been raised to be charitable until given reason not to, and rudeness was not a crime.