Blacktail Deer Plateau [M]aybe I'll be your witchy woman

They would not fight today.

But when the man declared he would wait for her elsewhere, the measure of the dagger's fury rose. It was only the touch of Ash Paw that soothed his anger. Such was a feeling that said, "no", then to say "stay here". He wasn't sure if she simply felt safe in his presence given the situation, or if there was another reason behind it. But, nonetheless, he would stay.

The mutt should have been grateful, he thought. If not for the mage, his life may have been put to risk.

If I catch one glimpse of you here again, you will not be leaving unscathed. A solemn promise; a vow he intended to keep.

With cold, steady eyes, Sanguinex watched, waiting for them to disappear from view. Only when he did, would the dagger turn to look at the crouching frame of his packmate.

You shouldn't be out wandering about so aimlessly. Immediate scorn. It was what his nature demanded. Though, he couldn't help but detect a bit of concern flowing through his tone. Was it that he cared for her safety, or didn't want another man touching her in times like these? Even he didn't know.