Butterfly Dreams

Cold eyes watch from the darkness, watching his pack mate face down the white stranger. he breaths deeply, but from his hiding place in the shadows, the huge brute can smell nothing of this female's stench. It was long since he had last had a chance to toy with a wolf, especially a female, but for now he sticks to the darkness, watching and listening intently. He will let Morgana handle this on her own, but if the other as much as raises a paw against his pack mate, he will set upon her, teeth and claws flashing ivory.

But he waits, silver eyes watching. Always.

[size=x-small]*Rudely buts in*
Good thing we is besties, right Andy?[/size]