afire.

As the female began to make excuses and try to explain herself, Surra noticed how small she really was. He hadn't really looked at her closely, and now realized how young she must be - a juvenile at best. The so far silent male moved in front of her, and Surra began to think. They were trespassers, and there were consequences to that - he knew from his time as a loner, after a close call being too close to a pack's borders, to be extra careful to avoid that conflict. But... he wasn't sure about punishing such a young girl. Especially not with death. The older male who seemed to be protecting her, maybe he deserved that fate, but then she would be without a caretaker, it would seem. He looked at Ragnar as he spoke of the fresh borders, sounding insulted that his recent hard work had been challenged by the prospect of their being an unmarked section. He nodded once in curt agreement, and his hackles did not lower, nor did his stance visibly change - but the young male was chewing his tongue.

“Tell me child, what do you think I should do with you, hmm? What do you think your punishment should be?” Surra inwardly sighed with relief, as he heard Ragnar's tone soften just a touch. It seemed like the death threat was off the table. Surra made a low chuff in agreement and partly as a reminder of his presence should the unfamiliar male think for a moment that Ragnar was without back up, but otherwise continued to stay quiet, standing in the shallows with his body ready for a quick movement. He realized should a fight start, he would first have to dash around the edge of the pool or dive in to get to the side with Ragnar and the quiet male, but he decided to remain where he was so that he could stop any attempt that the unfamiliar pair might make to run.