The Sunspire I'm an optimist of the most dangerous kind

She really couldn't shrink down any further when he sought to press into her personal bubble and pop it completely when his mouth descended upon the nape of her neck. His benefit of being dominant was that she had to allow it from the stranger, though it served to make her uncomfortable enough of emitted a small whine. By all means, he could shove her and she would fall to the ground, but she wasn't about to shut up from what she felt was justified.

He's a jerk. She accused pointedly, obviously not afraid to say it within earshot of the other male. The hybrid might've been his pack member, and perhaps Kipling would take a lashing for being so plain, but she sure as hell wouldn't be sorry to say it. But like I told him, he's definitely not the reason I'm here. And she hadn't come to start a fight despite the flaring of her temper previously, she wouldn't have been the one to throw the first hit.

Crumbled down below the male, the she-wolf nervously ran her tongue over her lips but otherwise stayed still, flattened down against the earth. There's a girl, she's really really quiet, sort of looks me but brighter... um, smaller? I think she lives here. And this other wolf--Jace. She was trying to arrive to the point as quickly as possible, but found her thoughts scattered. I want to join them... and you... sir? I'm Kipling.