Zi listened in on and watched the two females from the den entrance, standing quietly just outside. If Kadia got too violent, he would remove her- no questions asked. He was just that type of werewolf- loyal to the fault. He also knew what Kadia was going through, having lost everybody he loved at an early age. He was what could be considered an orphan, but his pack was his family now, and he hated the word orphan.