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I'm all right, Devvyl told her, echoing Selia's own words but hardly caring. What else to say? There wasn't much of anything he could think of right now.

But he spoke again anyway. Where are Feanaro and the others I smelled with you? Not that he was itching to talk to them... he was uncomfortable enough being with Elphaba a moment ago, and now he was the same with Selia. He was irritated at himself for it, but there was not much he could do about it until he decided what to do about all this.

He simply laid his head down on his paws, neither taking much interest in the two pups or Selia having gone. He had heard her yelp but she was with the crimson male at te moment- he'd take well enough care of her and that was that. He was still finding that in recent days he had been getting more and more tired. The would was taking it out of him, but mostly because his little pup had brought him the food he needed so he hadn't any need to be active. Of course this annoied him and as soon as he was recovered fully, he'd see that he was the one hunting for the both of them. He wouldn't be back on his old habbits until a bit later- the deer would still outrun him when he thought the wound was healed well enough, but he was pretty sure it would act up now and then. It wasn't an ordinary wound, afterall, put on him by the fire and thunder magic of the two-legs. A bit of a sigh escaped him, the other pup was nervous with him there... well that wasn't something he didn't expect. Males were always nervous around eachother. -He- had been nervous around older males at that age... especially that white one. His thoughts were roused again by the soft voices of Selia and the crimson male... perhaps he should be included in the discussion.... it was about him afterall.

With a sigh, he rose to his feet, turning to both the pups. "Listen... you two stay here and play. Don't go too far and if anything happens come right to the den." With that he turned and walked in the direction of the den. The crimson male hadn't seen him since he was a pup, so he probibly wasn't expecting him to look as he did. Faenero lifted his head up to boast his toned body and defined chest. Though he was wounded, he didn't let himself limp at all. If he were to make any kind of impression in this "pack", he wanted it to be a good one. He wasn't a weak creature by far and he was willing to prove that to anyone who so much as looked at him the wrong way... but now he had a little sister to think about and care for. It was to her benifit that they join the pack- and to her safety. If he wanted to be alpha, he'd have to earn it in some way or another.

Slowly he stepped to the mouth of the den, looking quietly in and waiting for an invitation to come in... not only was it rude to enter without permission, but they very well not want him for that part of their conversation.

He didn't look directally at them for the first few moments. A golden eye turned in their direction from benieth the black mask upon his face and simply watched them. For the most part, he was sizing the crimson male up- he was a large brute wasn't he? And getting larger. No doubt he was close to adult hood allready. Until he, too, had become an adult he wouldn't stand a fighting chance if he were to challange him. Best put those ideas from your mind, foolish pup. There's time for all that later.

When at last he did turn his head to face them, his expression had changed back to the way it had been before. The slight joy in his eyes from his little sister had faded once again. He didn't say anything for a time either, simply starring where he was. Slowly he turned himself, minding the wound in his shoulder, to pace closer to the other two wolves. He kept his head held as it was and his tail low but not curled. He had a proud stride dispite the injury, and perhaps a vain look in his eye.

"Greetings..."

Giving a glance up at the scent of the approaching Feanaro...She may have to go look after the pups...but, at this point, she was more worried about the two males in the same place at once. She would straighten her back a bit, but still looked quite pathetic with her wounded leg..slightly stretched out beside her. Much like a puppy sit--but that's okay.

She flinched at the slight tenseness between them, and remained close to Devvyl, canting her head towards Feanaro curiously as he came closer to them.

She could tell by her friend's tense form that Devvyl was beginning to grow impatient with Feanaro...which she wished to warn him of...but that'd have to be later. Saying nothing, making no movements...she merely kept herself planted quietly beside Devvyl.

It wasn't the answer Devvyl had expected. Devvyl hadn't really known what to expect, but at the least, he'd wanted a serious answer. I don't know your intentions, whether you want to join our pack, or whether you want to go and create your own pack and be your own alpha. But remember that you need to give respect in order to recieve it. However my offer still stands; are you planning on joining us?

He lowered his rear end to the ground, his tail curling about his haunches as he awaited a response, either from Selia or from Feanaro himself.

I believe you're missing the point, Devvyl commented, rising to his feet again. You say you won't be led by anyone, and you can't be a lone wolf. Well, the only way I see, then, is for you to lead a pack. But I won't be led by such an arrogant snot.

Devvyl stared into Feanaro's eyes without blinking. And I doubt others will find your attitude very impressive, either.

Males...what could you do with them. Why couldn't they be as sweet as Yero? She shuddered at the tense atmosphere in the room...giving a soft, shivering sigh. "Shut up," she commanded, bitterly, towards the both of them. "You two bicker like pups," she huffed, head low, eyes shadowed as she canted her head away from them. Slowly, she stood, and began to make her way out of the den, limping as well.

She didn't want to see anymore fighting...her heart was already clenched, it seemed, in pain and sadness just from seeing them fight with one another...one would kill the other if they went any further. This made her stomach churn, and she let out a quiet whimper.