<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><u>Jaymus</u></span></span></span><br/><br/>Embarrassed beyond belief, Jaymus shook out his fur and looked around the group that was now all watching him. With a huff, he turned away, whining a bit. He was confident in his role and ability to protect his Luna, but with no friends and a new job, making a mistake this early on was<i>definitely</i>not on his to-do list.<br/><br/>Silent as the group began heading back, his ears were pressed back against his head, focusing on the run instead of his surroundings. He could still hear the reactions of the others to his little over-the-top behavior and was not having a good time dealing with it. It seemed that even Preston had distanced himself from him, moving once more to the back of the pack.<br/><br/>Returning home, he hesitated in shifting back, knowing that once he did there would be words. Words he'd have to respond to, and words he'd have to speak himself. There was not nearly enough time to wait as the Alpha and Luna shifted, forcing him out of the reprieve and returning to his human form as well. Instantly, he was at his Luna's side as was his duty and the Alpha was right there with him.<br/><br/>While his human ears were not nearly as reflective of his emotions as in his wolf form, his face still showed the displeasure of becoming the laughing stock of the group, the Alpha and Luna's teasing words not helping at all, though he did offer up a small smile to them. He couldn't outwardly show any displeasure towards his superiors...but perhaps Preston would allow him.<br/><br/>Turning his head as the Beta came up, he didn't smile but his attention was on him. There was little more than a nod from Preston before he turned and went inside, shutting off any possibility of Jaymus getting to complain to him. Turning his head back towards the couple, he bowed his head and said his farewells, too.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><u>Marco</u></span></span></span><br/><br/>He hadn't felt the need to join in the run, especially when he knew he'd be trailing behind the man who stole the position of Beta right out from underneath him, but that did not stop him from lingering outside for the group to return. There was a small hope that they would return<i>without </i>Preston. By some sort of fault, the wolf could have<i>disappeared</i>or perhaps even been killed! Then, there would be Marco, ready to take his place with pride.<br/><br/>Luck was not on his side, though, as there was Preston, trailing behind the group with a smug look on his face - that Marco might as well have been imagining, though he'd never admit it. Arms crossed, he glared at the man until he was out of sight before sitting back down at the now-empty table. He was certain that the Alpha or Luna had noticed his absence in the run, but he was not about to hide from them. His displeasure<i>should</i>be known.<br/><br/>Looking up as the Beta and Gamma went inside, his snort of bitter humor was not quiet enough to be unnoticed and his eyes soon met with the Luna's. A slow, defiant smirk crossed his lips and he tilted his head up. "Have a good run, Luna?"