Blacktail Deer Plateau i need you right here by my side

knock knock open up it be da po-po

A commotion was the first thing to unsettle him. Raised voices and sounds—sounds he was becoming far too familiar with, sounds he wished would just end. But Aningan was too slow to arrive, too slow to stop everything before it progressed to the point of danger. But when he did arrive, he was just in time to catch the last words—the demand—spoken and it was all he needed to assume the worst.

“Rosencrantz,” was the first thing to leave his mouth, followed immediately after by a growl; he did not want to fight his packmate but couldn’t help by wonder if he would even have a choice. “Back off. Now.” Step one, try to diffuse with words. Step two, regret having never taken any classes on the de-escalation of aggressive interactions because damn son, what we even doing? He had no idea, honestly—but step one would definitely have to be getting Rose out of the den, even if he had to drag him back by the tail.