Loretta was very on edge. She could tell by the sound of the howls that there was more than just a few, and they were very close. The girl wanted nothing to do with this fight. She knew it would be bloody and dangerous; however, wasn't she the prize for the alpha? Surely he would keep her away from the fighting, out of harms way. She would be no used to him dead after all. And being a human among werewolves would certainly attract attention should the battle end up nearby. The girl would be used as an advantage if she was found... surely Konrad knew that. Her worries were confirmed when one of the scouts returned.<span style="font-style: italic"> â€œThe mutts seem to be closing in on our area. Apparently they think theyâ€™re ready to take us, especially since it seems they have found some company. An older pack that was once rivals of ours has been almost completely destroyed and has apparently taken in these mutts.â€</span>Loretta's gaze turned to the alpha male, wondering what exactly he planned. Fully attack, or wait and see? Probably the first; he seemed the impatient type when it came to being challenged and threatened.<br/><br/>As Konrad straightened up, Loretta knew it was going to be the start of the battle. The battle cry had already been sounded by the enemy, if there was anymore hesitation the other wolves may close in and attack right here. She knew he wouldn't want that, for many reasons. And besides, they were obviously getting under his skin.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œLook alive, men, if they want this forest then theyâ€™re going to pry it form our cold, dead hands. Dies ist Krieg...â€</span>Again with the unknown language, but Loretta ignored it by now. She recognized the accent a bit... there were a few townspeople with German accents in Moonshire, though no one spoke any different languages in public at least. Instantly the pack was as vicious and bloodthirsty as they'd been before. But luckily for the girl, their hunger wasn't directed towards her at the target.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œAdler! Take her back into the cave and donâ€™t let her out of your sight.â€</span><br/><br/>Loretta wasn't surprised that Alder turned out to be the boy whom had brought her out not long before. He seemed to be of high rank; probably a beta or something was her guess. She got to her feet and followed along behind the boy without hesitation or resistance. He wasn't as dangerous seeming like the other wolves, and especially not like the alpha. In the light cast from the dull moonlight and the fire, he still looked quite handsome. Attractive almost, per say.Not that Loretta would ever admit to such thoughts out loud. As they got back into the darkness of the cave, she had to let her eyes adjust to the dull light.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œForgive my father, sometimes heâ€™s a bit too bloodthirsty but he does mean well.â€</span><br/><br/>Loretta was entirely caught off guard. This boy was the alpha's<span style="font-style: italic">son</span>?! But they were so dissimilar... no one would ever guess that was the case. Though, the accent in his voice was alike that of his father, though not as strong and obviously. "It would seem violent and over-bloodthirsty to someone like me. But he has his mind set right. His land is being threatened. Those who trespass and challenge others in the town are harshly punished as well." She answered. "But of course we're not like you and your pack, so we do not attack each other in defense of what belongs to us. We humans aren't like you wolves." She had a bit of headstrong, almost blaming tone to her voice, but she didn't really mean to... still, he was still a werewolf. He still had tasted the blood of human sacrifices, he has lived among these monsters. Didn't that make him one of them too?