sticky trouble for one please

Falamh just gave a meek nod as Riven gave the call for his leader. The least he could do is be cooperative if it meant not getting beat up. His anxious gaze made its way to the wolves that seemed to suddenly appear to the call. The weight of his body began to shake as the large male stood in front of the rest closing more distance from them and him. A soft whimper sounded from Falamh’s throat and he nervously licked his lips in an attempt not to begin panting as he tried to back pedal to put more distance between him and the other wolves.

“I...I’m sorry…”

He managed as he lowered his head and averted his gaze, focused on getting himself to stop shaking or just pry his tail from between his legs. Nothing he did worked as his body refused to listen due his gradually increasing fear. Falamh just about was crawling on the ground like a shaking leaf as he hoped to just make it out of the situation alive at this point.

Well... this was not what Riven had expected. Adelard was there in a flash, bristling and angry and surprisingly nonverbal. Then, Woya showed up, and the poor trespasser looked petrified. The healer heaved a soft sigh through his nose, shaking his head from side to side. It was a bit of an overreaction, really - he'd thought they could just escort the stranger out.

He gave Enera another quick nudge to reassure her before padding up to Adelard's side, the fur along their flanks brushing just slightly. "He was passing through, apparently," he explained, turning his gaze up to the large male's golden eyes. "I don't think he meant any harm. He's actually terrified." If that wasn't obvious enough. "I told him we wouldn't hurt him." So please don't do that. "He was talking to Enera when I found him. I was thinking we should escort him out."

“I...I’m sorry…” An apology was offered; it fell on deaf ears. Adelard wasn't buying it. Not yet, anyway.

In the Leader's peripheral vision, Riven's flaxen blond fur came into view. The slightest touch between them did not go unnoticed, but Adelard simply stared.

"He was passing through, apparently," the blue-eyed man stated.  "I don't think he meant any harm. He's actually terrified."

Adelard's eyes, once narrowed slits, slowly opened. His brow did not smooth, but he did seal his lips with a snort. Only now did he see how petrified the man was. He noted the slight quiver and the respectful, submissive stance. He really was sorry.

Riven's voice broke the silence again, "I was thinking we should escort him out."

The Leader's coiled muscles eased and his squared shoulders relaxed. Riven was at his side, and both of them were in front of Rhaegara's daughter. Woya, he noticed, was also opposite them. The rogue had no choice but to relent if it had come to violence or a more physical conflict.

The longer the silence stretched on, Adelard's glare neutralized. Behind him, his tail whipped at the air. "I suppose he hasn't done much harm," he muttered, his tone still stern. He made a mental note to have Aubine and any other task-takers run the borders again. Kick up the dirt, scratch up the trees, and mark the territory edges with their collective scent. Ensure that this did not happen again. If the man had been anyone else, Enera could have been in real danger.

"You're lucky," Adelard ultimately rumbled, adjusting his stance but remaining guarded. His tail had lowered though his head stayed low. Only the naive and idiotic straightened enough to bare their throats. "If a safe passage is all you seek, then you may have it." His thoughts shifted to the little Rayvne next, but he would wait to have a word. Better to have the trespasser taken care of first.

         

ADELARD

heat stroke, bring the fire black smoke, I take it higher

He continued moving, backing away from the others and therefor inching closer to Woya with every step. Growling began deep within her throat and leaked from betwixt her glistening fangs as she pressed forward, attempting to cow the intruder into freezing in place until Hudson's replacement decided what to do about his trespass. He stuttered out an apology, but that really didn't mean much to her.

Riven was next to speak, actually advocating for the young punk. Woya couldn't help but snort softly to herself and roll her pale eyes; this could all be an act. He'd known he was doing something wrong, and had kept doing it anyways. Of course now that life and limb were immediately at risk the guy was sniveling and tripping all over himself.

"He's got no business speaking to her," she hissed, more so for him, the interloper, to hear than anyone else. Adelard seemed to agree with the healer, however, and so Woya dropped the aggressive posturing. Her glare, however, never left the stranger's skull as she slunk forward, slipping past him to stand with her pack mates.

"Nose looks like it's workin' just fine to me," she chipped in, "suggest next time you smell pack every where you fuckin' mind it."

Practically everyone had young to protect this time of year.

The stranger reeked of terror, surrounded by all the other Big Scary Adults and Enera. Especially Enera, of course. She watched with fascination at their response to the man. It was a good thing he was sorry.

Riven nudged Enera and then stepped over her to talk to the man he'd called, and Enera huffed indignantly at once again being shoved to the back. She was about to move back to her position at Riven's side, but the Scary Lady was pacing forward and snapping at the stranger about his nose and Enera decided it would be better to stay back. She didn't want to get scolded again.