Sequoia Coast you're tearing me apart, lisa

Many things happened at once; wolves came from both sides and then there were so many of them, yet they remained evenly matched. Prince ghosted forward to stand beside his packmates, casting Arrille a look first full of hurt-- then his gaze hardened. Still he remained silent; the boy had nothing to add to this conversation, though he was certain the others' biting words would set things alight. If it came to battle, he would stand by his packmates to the end.
But with so many wolves, Prince grew nervous at the outcome. He kept it hidden, but the destruction of it nagged at him. All for that sack of... ugh! He threw another venomous glare at Arrille, then took to studying those who had arrived to defend him. Prince almost pitied them; they would willingly throw themselves into a fight for one so quick to turn on those who tried to call him one of their own.