â€œWeâ€™re not alone.â€ Beyt said suddenly, catching the attention of her brother, who flicked his ears forward in alert and growled. Beyt shied a bit, flattening her ears and stepping behind her brother a little but not enough to show weakness. She had a gift for seeking out the scents of wolves and other animals that was damn helpful both in hunting and situations like the one they had gotten themselves into now: â€œThere are three of them.â€ She informed.<br/><br/>â€œFabulous. Rogue wolves no doubt, keep your guard up.â€ Gimmel was not surprised that they seemed to have stumbled upon a shelter that some wolves may have called their home. Wolves were scattered everywhere if you knew where to look for them though most of the rogues hid out of sight from humans.  He wondered if they had indeed stumbled across a few rogues looking for an easy meal, or if these wolves were just protecting their territory. He wasnâ€™t someone who liked to take chances so he had to act quickly and think even quicker before things got out of hand and blood was spilled. He felt it was his responsibility to protect his sister at all costs as well as establish that they were not a threat unless the strangers attacked first.<br/><br/>When the two wolves showed up, Gimmelâ€™s eyes immediately went to the male. He was more surprised than shocked to find a wolf of his size which, if he had to hazard a guess, was a bit bigger than Sigma, the Alpha male of a rival pack. And Sigma was quite large, a lot larger than Reishi, he thought to himself with an exhale of breath that threatened to turn into a yawn, further showing how tired he was. Beytâ€™s expression seemed to have softened a bit when the female spoke â€“she had introduced herself as Jhene- which meant he needed to strengthen his guard. Gimmel did not snarl or growl at them. Instead he stood his ground, glaring at them, fur standing on end contrary to Beyt who simply remained behind her brother with her head lowered a little and tail between her legs. Sometimes she relied a little too much on her brother.<br/><br/>Out of the two strangers the female seemed friendly enough, but the scent of battle lingered faintly in the air, Beyt noticed. She nudged her brother lightly with her paw as if to warn him but he remained frozen. â€œGimmel,â€ she said to him. â€œThey seem friendly.â€<br/><br/>Ignoring her, Gimmel stood a bit straighter, â€œLook we donâ€™t want any trouble. Weâ€™re tired from walking a long way and only sought shelter here as it was nearby. Iâ€™m Gimmel and my sister is Beyt.â€ Then again sometimes he encouraged her to rely on him. Beyt did have a voice of course but a lot of times it only got her into trouble so she figured it was better to let Gimmel lead than get in the away. It was better to avoid conflict if they could especially in their fatigued and hungry state. And clearly they were outnumbered; Gimmel paid the third member of their party no mind but he could hear her moving above them. She was probably keeping watch.<br/><br/>Outnumbered and tired. This was not a good combination for Beyt and Gimmel but they were, in a sense, cornered. If the strange wolves were to strike they could fight their way through but much needed energy would be lost in the process which could prove much more dangerous than suffering a few wounds. Fatigue was a dangerous thing. If they had to they would leave but there was no telling when they would find a structure suitable enough to be as much a shelter as this was. Perhaps they could rest a little and then leave silently. Assuming they could even come to that agreement, it would be better than leaving without any rest at all.<br/><br/>The cold continued to bite at his skin, Beytâ€™s as well from the looks of things. Beyt huddled a bit closer to him while keeping an eye on the other wolves. It was like she was anticipating their next move, awaiting the response. It was like she was going to act accordingly. Knowing her as well as he did, Gimmel knew she would probably do something rash. He shifted his position, keeping her in check.