OOC +181
He was about to turn when a mouth full of teeth and fluffed fur came charged to the mouth of the den, demanding he leave. He had not been prepared for it, for the woman had been sleeping so deeply that he thought he would go by undetected. Therefore, the large male jumped slightly, ears flatting against his head and fur bristled.
She looked so angry, so fearful; Zalen immediately turned and took several gangly trotted steps away. But then he hesitated; his mind was full of anger at being disrespected by her; how dare she act that way when he had been so benevolent before? But then, these dark thoughts drifted away; he could not blame her; she had been injured, frightened, and surrounded by unknown wolves. Turning his head he looked back to her, and turned to face her again from several yards away.
You left so suddenly… He began, shifting uncomfortably on his hands and feet, Are… you alright? She had been Shadowfang’s ward, but in his absence, Zalen would make sure that the young coy-female was alright.
