Moonspear comedic timing

He should have shut up and promptly did when teeth were suddenly flashing. His ears flipped first forward in alarm and then back, though they did not pin completely to his head. The movement was quick and if it had not been for the fact that he had not moved, yet felt no pain, Markus would have thought she had aimed for him. As it were, it was the pale lady she had snapped toward.

The woman retreated and, confused, Markus looked between the two - darkness and pale moonlight. Something was, indeed, going on here. He would wager that, yes, they did know each other, and that miss 'This is My Mountain' either did not like the pale lady or did not like what she had said. It could also have been both, it wasn't as if she'd been overly polite. It wouldn't have triggered Markus himself but the dark wolf seemed a bit tightly wound. 

The pale women was gone after saying something else that meant nothing to Markus - not really. He retreated a few more steps, eyes lain carefully upon the alpha. She was pretty spicy but Markus would never in a thousand years say that her face. Soon, they were joined by another and Markus began to properly calculate his exit. If he had thought faster, he'd of gone with the pale wolf but alas he was still standing here like a fool. The newcomer looked ridiculously like the aggressor, though she seemed cooler...at least for the moment.

'Mother'? What did that mean? Of who? Again, Markus took a step back and nodded at the newest patch of ebony. She asked her doppleganger who he was and he was quick to answer for himself, soft grin on his lips that only showed the anxiety underneath a little bit. "Markus - lone. Uh, loner. I was just...walking by. I don't really need to hang out, you know...at all. Seems like you might be busy." More steps as he looked back to the snappy chick and made it a point to keep the other in his peripheral.