Stavanger Bay take what you can, give nothin' back!

Yami didn't particularly appreciate being hurried through her meal, but there was an odd energy about Firefly that day that made her unwilling to refuse. She couldn't exactly put a finger on what it was about him. It wasn't exactly... excitement. It seemed a little manic, honestly. But whatever it was, she was hesitantly intrigued, and so she obeyed and she followed down whatever this new road was her paramore had chosen for them.

When they arrived at the pack's borders, she looked curiously at him after sweeping her gaze across the terrain. There was an amused smile on her face right up until the point where he began to scratch at the other pack's markings. Even then, it didn't fully falter until he was lifting his leg to mark. Even then, it didn't shift to full on what the damn hell until he urged her to join him in this... activity.

"What.... the fuck, Firefly," she said slowly, bewilderment showing plain upon her face and in her tone, "Are you out of your fucking mind? I'm not getting to work, you fucking lunatic." Prior to this moment, Yami had been convinced that she was completely in love with the man. But even before the dark form of the pack's alpha came darting out of the territory with a roar, she was quite abruptly changing her mind.

Yami didn't run at Ford's appearance, but she did back the hell off and hunker down safely away from where the pair fought. Her mind was reeling still over this turn of events, but she didn't feel compelled to interfere. From what she'd seen, Firefly deserved to get his ass handed to him. And there was no way in hell she was going to be going down with him. Still, she didn't run. She didn't want him to die. But still she OMFG is THIS why he had so many scars?? Not from bravely protecting his loved ones but from being a complete fucking psycho moron??? WHAT THE FUCK.

So yeah, Yami stayed put. She was too shocked and appalled and amazed to do anything else.