The Sunspire You know, the tortoise, he always wins

Goldy wasn't a fighter. Far from it. He was a lover, a learner but harming another had been frowned upon back home. That didn't mean he was a wuss or anything, with a group or so he definitely dared to attack, but alone? He simply couldn't risk getting scarred up.

but duty called. The scent of strangers, for he knew nothing of the allegiance with another pack, clung to his lungs. He was quick to chase his nose to the place where the shitshow would start, protectively coming to stand with his packmates. He faintly recognized them, but their names he had forgotten. He had to say the female was quite a catch. Hiya, all right? He asked, knowing perfectly well that not everything was right. They were staring right at the problem.