With an angered grunt, Janius threw the thief's wrists and stood up, picking up his purse on the way up. His face immediately turned sympathetic as he went to Julan.

"Are you okay?" Janius asked, putting his hands on Julan's shoulders. "Are you hurt?"

Meanwhile, lucidity prevailed with the rest of the pack. Fendros crossed his arms as the situation died down. He had heard the guard's comment. "It's just a thief Janius, calm down. Julan, are you feeling okay?"

The question was as such inquiring about the pain as it was about Julan's beast spirit. His control had improved immensely since he had started training it, but young lycans were still vulnerable to what their other sides perceived as threats.