Gunter straightened, suddenly appearing taller as Valko addressed him.  A frown came to Ylva's lips as the two men came into conflict, since she especially did not want things between the three of them to end badly.  There was something between her and Valko, that much was clear, but if he were to harm Gunter, it would complicate things.  She wanted no complications, she wanted a simple life again.  Ylva consciously placed herself between the two men, suddenly very aware of the fact that Valko had not bothered to put on any clothing.<br/><br/>"He has not been unkind, Gunter."  Ylva said, trying to cause her old friend to pause and consider the situation.<br/><br/>"Yer expecting me to believe that, when the lady clearly stands before me unmarked?  Unmated?  Are ye truly that irresponsible?"  His eyes were looking through her, past her, to Valko.  His tone no longer seemed accusatory, but rather both concerned and aggravated.  Ylva knew that Valko had perhaps not paid attention to some of the finer points of being an Alpha, but he still seemed like a strong, competent leader in spite of it.  Gunter took a step forward, so he was just a foot or two from Ylva.<br/><br/>"She's like us.  She's alpha.  We don't toy with the mate bond, boy.  Could ye not control yerself, at least until ye had decided if ye wanted her as yers?  And she wanted ye as hers?"  His voice was scolding, and even though Ylva had been active and willing participant in the activities of the night before, she too had worried about what they might mean in the light of day.  It was why she had tried to stall the situation, to calm his wild heart and her own, even though she had only ended up delaying the inevitable.  Over her shoulder, she looked back at Valko and her mouth was turned downward in a soft frown.<br/><br/>"Gunter please," She said, turning back to face him.  "This is not the right place to have this discussion, not out here.  You may not agree with what has occurred but you owe me, and Valko, that much respect."  As she said the words, some of the fire seemed to die in the ginger-haired werewolf.  His face was no longer a mask of irritation, instead he looked like a sad puppy who had just lost his favorite bone.  Or his dear friend.