Zavist looked over as Gracie's entered the room with Gracie in her arms. He smelled fear on them...paired with the shirts they had borrowed with his scent caused his protective instincts to go through the roof. As Gracie reached for him he almost moved...almost. But he could not do that just yet.

Zavists eyes shot over to his brother whom held the hilt of a knife. He swallowed a growl and watched the interaction that was occurring. So Gracie had the blood of a fallen brother. That meant....they could stay. For some reason that made him happy. [i]mine[/i] the thought shot through his mind but he shoved it aside...pinning the cause of it on his scent from his shirt and his protective side. Amber eyes flicked to Gracie and he managed a flick of a smile to try to comfort her from a distance.