It is then that the boy of white and cinnamon decides to make his awful mouth sounds - treasures? Slowly, I move to face him though as I do, he is suddenly bounding forward. It seems he is daft or perhaps lacking in the ability to comprehend the danger he rushes towards; do I not have teeth? Do I not stand taller, stand broader? If I wanted to, I could take his skull and break it in two. A fool, but I am on my good behavior today. I won't be touched, though. No other shall touch me.

As he leaps for me, I shift to the side, throwing my weight just out of reach as a growl rises in my throat. I stare into him, my hackles rising as I rise to stand tall over him, baring down on him for a moment. Maybe if I am lucky, he will simply scamper off. How offensive that he would dare attempt to lay a single paw upon me, particularly when the girl had spoken to me out of turn. Had I requested her attention? No. He should have damn pounced after Solaris if he wanted to blame someone.

"Sine."

Stay. The word is sharp and acrid as I linger over him, moving away only as Suomi comes to his saving grace. It is known now, at least, that I expect my personal space. I am not a boy that will simply be trifled with over such petty reasoning - do not touch me, do not yell at me, do not trespass on my patience. I eye Solaris for some semblance of reassurance, exhaling heavily as I stand aside, parting even from him. Do I see anyone different? I can hardly say. I narrow my eyes, avoiding that child Roamin as I glance over them each once more. No, I cannot be sure in a group. A wolf is not truly themselves until they are alone, face to face with the one testing them. Perhaps there is hope in the others. That will be for us to decide another day, not now.

"Videbimus, Solaris."

We shall see. It is all I say, nodding in his direction as we begin to move towards the woods, my slinking form moving at the flanks of the group. It seems, at least, that Suomi is capable of taking the lead of this congregation. It is good, I think, that she is also capable of controlling the others. It is not often that I relinquish control to another but she is good, she will suffice. It saves me face.

"Why did all the packs come?"

I speak in their language this time, directing my question to Suomi as I glide in closer to her, moving by her flank but always distant, never touching. I watch her face, an ear turning to her... I want to know. Why must we deal with so many? Some seem so... useless. I cannot help but glance expectantly to the others, though. Let them answer me, too.