Stone Circle You Need More Than Manners

 

Stark was astounded that the male hadn't taken the very generous offer that Valette had given and run. Instead he'd hunkered down like that was somehow the answer and Stark almost balked. For a moment he just looked to Valette, wide eyed in disbelief, but she called for the rest of the pack and the message was beyond clear. The male should have run. He should have taken the opportunity to get away. Still, she'd launched herself and attached to his neck and Stark was quick to move past her, towards the male's flank. Seeking to solidly plant his teeth into the male's flank, Stark would physically drag the male if need be - if Valette didn't finish him off first. 

Soon enough the rest of the pack responded and Stark felt a flourish of pride, something instinctual and deep running through his veins. The united front, the teamwork - all of it brought a feeling from Stark he couldn't quite articulate and now wasn't the time to try anyways. His eyes briefly lifted from the male to seek Banner's brilliant green. She was providing the effective barricade and Stark knew if need be, all that pent up anger would get fueled into one hell of a venting session for his sister. It was almost enough that he might have backed off to let her get into the thick of things but Stark wasn't that generous - and he wasn't sure he could simply let go of things now.