<span style="font-style: italic">“Tyler you mind getting me that creamer?”</span><br/><br/>Tyler didn't even break his blank stare into the flames as he reached behind him  and tossed the bottle over the fire and into Samuel's hands. The smell of coffee started to linger around the fire and it calmed him, until the howling started.<br/><br/>Tyler had jumped to his feet and listened. The first one sounding sorrowful and full of pain. The others around him seemed to fight back tears as they listened. It must be Eryan, the one they were waiting for. His heart felt like it dropped to his stomach at the thought of her just finding our that her alpha had died. Another howl from another direction sounded painful and seemed to carry a meaning of danger and conflict, but Tyler was still new to this and reading the meanings behind howls and other noises were new to him.<br/><br/>Samuel got up and started cleaning up, clearing the place for their arrival so he joined in and assisted. The work went quickly and Samuel seemed nervous and antsy. So much so that he shifted into his werewolf form and just sat there, as if preparing for something, which in turn made Tyler worry and feel nervous, as if he should do the same.<br/><br/>A new woman arrived, along with the group that had gone to get her, Eryan he presumed. He remained silent as he clearly read the atmosphere and she went straight for the spot in the cave he was told not to touch; the former spot of their late Alpha. It was a depressing atmosphere around the cave and no one said much, if anything at all.<br/><br/>The scent of Cade and Eilidh drifted on a breeze from the direction in which they had run off to a while ago, now mixed with the scent of blood as well. Sighing heavily, Tyler got up to pull some heavy bear skins closer to the fire and got out the first aid kit if needed, ready to put his Cadet first aid training to use if needed, but hoped he didn`t have to. He sighed and muttered to himself,<br/><br/>"My son, the arse is gone right out of 'er."