[She] is most surprised, because a foreign feeling wells up within her as she laps delicately at the alpha's jaw and the side of his mouth. This feeling is unpleasant, not one that she would like to experience again. It sends her stomach churning in discomfort and her eyes flashing warily and her heart stuttering in her tightening, small expanse of chest. Jersey knows that everyone's eyes are on her and they are all forming their own opinions of her. Not that she knows what to think of that -- of course she doesn't. Later, perhaps (though she does not know this in the present) she will be schooled and molded to perfection, a wolf who does not take into account the emotions and thoughts of others. A weapon, as cold and fierce as a bullet tearing itself through the air. Something that the coppery girl is somewhat reminiscent of, even. Jersey inhales sharply as she hurtles herself at the ground, the fine fur on her hackles stiffening and trembling because she can see -- nay, feel -- them all staring. Looking. Thinking she is a fool. Jersey is no fool. She is nothing, of course.

[Jersey] is a stranger to relief, but she feels the previous pitted feeling within her dissipate when he chuckles and her just-feathering tail arches slightly, pausing in its movement as she looks up at him with those ghosty eyes, the murky, depthless gems set into her too-innocent face. Too innocent for something that could very well become dangerous. Jersey, too, attempts the slightest of smiles at his laughter, though it feels awkward and simply not right on her face. Obediently, the girl rises and shakes the debris from her mahogany fur, ducking her head and lowering her ears all the while. But those same ears perk when he offers his name. 'Volbeat... Vol...beat... Volbeat,' she murmurs absently to herself as she pads past the alpha softly, halting and sitting next to the silvery female whose respect for the high male had been clear to even Jersey. Truly the girls eyes amaze our pup with her morbid fascinations, but this time she keeps her mouth fully shut, firmly pursing her lips together as she watches the proceedings as an observer would rather than a participant.

[Several] newcomers stream in after her. There's a male colored like frost, with his cool blue eyes and gray-white fur, and Jersey cocks her head to the side lightly, watching as he interacts with Volbeat and Volbeat interacts with him. 'Rhundus,' Jersey mumbles inaudibly, tasting the name on her tongue and letting it slide with her lilting voice. She doesn't quite like the next one, a male that's too devilishly handsome and has this awful glint in his eye as his gaze sweeps over the harem of girls -- like they're something to eat. Instinctively, Jersey slips closer to Miya and lets her lips rise over glistening canines. A terrible, withering beast of a female emerges from the shadows with insanity bubbling in her eyes and curling in intangible tendrils from the bulk of her body. And yet, Jersey does not react to her presence -- it's almost ineffective now.

[Devil's] Angel, the next lady, a wolf lithely striking and midnight black in coloring, a black cut and stripped by ivory at certain points, radiates an elders wisdom and that, to some extent, comforts Jersey. Harshly whispered words meant for the alpha come from a wolf who seems as though she'd like to be fearsome but truly isn't, and Jersey's face slowly fades from its flummoxed mask. The girl is silent, now, like always.