Aurora glanced anxiously between the two males as the white one padded away into the forest. The white one -- Bloody, was his name? -- seemed to want to dominate, but she would have none of that. She was tired of having male wolves dominate her life. And this newer male, the grey-coated one. He had not spoken his name. He seemed to be having trouble finding words. A lack of wolves to speak to, perhaps. Things between the three of them felt tense. The chocolate-colored she-wolf beside her seemed to have momentarily disappeared, and the pup at her feet was still unconscious. This was not a good situation.

"Thank you," she called after Bloody. "Now," she said, turning to the grey wolf. "Listen to me. I can tell you have ulterior motives, but I'm giving you a chance to stay. Wolves should not be packless. It drives them mad. If you really want to stay, then help me find somewhere warm to keep the little one. We [i]all[/i] should get out of the rain."