Pickerel looks to Morganna as she commands her pack to move in upon the intruders.
Nostrils widening, the russet furred man releases a slight snort before following
behind the fiery-spirited leadess. His gaze flows from wolf to wolf; a vibe of certain
unpleasantness was strong in the air. With his eyes narrowed, he stalks along, his
gait picking up to the lope that the dark woman broke out into. He hadn't said anything
as his family members gathered, he only listened. It seemed they were highly anxious
to resolve this issue, which Pike definitely appreciated. The hostility that began to bubble,
on the other hand, was a bit questionable to him.
He had respect for the boldness of Willow Ridge, but he didn't want a hasty attitude
overriding what else there was to see in the current situation. There could be other
members of the opposing pack hiding out and watching... but he was probably just
overthinking the issue. He decided it was just best to go along with what Morganna
wanted to do at the moment. The heated air of a hidden bloodlust makes his hackles
rise unintentionally. As they make their way along, the man licks his quivering lips
that wanted to bare his fangs.