Chase, loyal as always, walked up to the right side of Lucian. A low rumbling growl escaped his mouth as he gazed at the group. Two were witches, one was a unknown werewolf. A lone wolf then. He looked at one of the two witches that was on her butt in the grass and snorted at her. Next he looked at the other witch. She knew Lucian, probably is the witch he spoke of. His eyes flashed, not fond of others on the pack land at all.