Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

They stood poised and ready to be met with the retaliation this ought to stir. It was an anxious wait, but soon, more rival voices met the winds to contest their own. Silas' ears flickered anxiously before returning to flat against his head. He tried to place his trust in Reek and Jhala, and the others as well, but above all else he found he just wanted to get this over with quickly.

He did stay near the back of their little gathering and watched the trees anxiously until wolves finally appeared. First a female, posing dominantly, then a male hot on her heels to support her statement. He had to wonder how many more would come. So far, two was not so bad.. but that couldn't be all of them here. Perhaps not all would come right away.. for favor of some greater scheme? He honestly had no idea what to expect.

The dark Ostrega bristled at the sight of the hostile strangers beginning to come into view. He stared them down from his spot among the group, but since they had not yet moved on them quite yet and neither had Reek or Jhala given any indication otherwise, he stayed put: tense, serious, and waiting anxiously for this to unfold.