"Not everyone judges people by the color of their fur," Aylia replies. She smiles when the wolves don't give up on dragging him into their play. She stays on the porch watching him play with them. In a few minutes her father comes out to join her. "He seems surprised by our hospitality," is all he says.<br/><br/>Aylia sighed. "They think he's a demon Papa. The wolves treat him better than his own clan does. I'd hate to see what they would say if he wasn't the chief's son. He really is very sweet and gentle if you can look past the exterior." Both father and daughter watch the black werewolf play games with pack for a bit. Proudfoot muses over what his daughter had told them.  He knew that the attitude towards dark furs was bad in the other clan but not that bad. Which made him worried about Aylia's safety. Know doubt that Fang would protect her but still.<br/><br/>Slowly Bela, Robert and Remy trickle out to enjoy the outdoors as well. Bela had made some lemonade and a plate of cheese, summer sausage and crackers to snack on. "We'll be sleeping well after that rumble. How is your father doing Fang", Proudfoot asks, issuing for Fang to take a seat if he wants to around the wooden deck table.