Firestone Hot Springs What's another cold night?

Ripper, try not to skip anyone in the thread, please! Not without their permission, of course, <3 It made my reply a little tougher to do since I had to catch up somehow :(

He paid no mind to his hot spring companion, ears lax above his crown as he tried to let his mind wander peacefully and let his muscles unwind from their previous adventure. She didn't try to speak with him and neither did he with her, just as he wanted it; Rosencrantz wasn't the social type after all. He kept his back to her, but ears facing the woman who shared his bath to keep tabs on her in some way. 

What he did catch was not a woman's voice, but further than where she sat, was a man who spoke mad words. This was when he turned to face him, and by proximity, the woman as well. Brows furrowing in response, a frown etching along his mug, he was careful to keep that one eye on the feral man who dared to approach closer. Hm.. He grunted softly, wadding through the waters, closer to the female while keeping his eye on their new companion.

He didn't feel that was dangerous... nor that he could trust her, but perhaps she held no desire to start a fight with him. So he approached, closing some distance while turning just enough to keep facing the man who was now circling their pool. Stay. He said cooly, the word aimed to the female. Should she run it would only spell disaster more so for her. Their new companion was feral looking and might give chase to anyone who caught his wild attention. 

The male fell into the water not-so gracefully between them, immediately charging toward the female and Rosencrantz sprung into action. No! Face me! Cutting through the water with a lunge of his own, teeth reaching out to grab the feral man by the scruff, back, haunch or tail, it all depended on how quick either of the males moved in this sluggish pace within the water. All Rose was certain of, was that he would stop this one from targetting the female.