At Warren’s stern tone of command, Tinker fell back to his side and sat alertly but calmly. She did know how to take orders and she was a beautiful credit to him as they waited for the scouts to confront them.<br/><br/>A man and woman stepped from the tree line, shotguns cradled in their arms and the camouflage hunting gear making them difficult to pick out at first. Tinker scented the air, trying to pick up their scent, trying to understand the odor of wolf and the people. These must be the shifters that Warren was expecting. Tinker paid closer attention.<br/><br/>If they were like the wolf pack, they would not be the alpha, Tinker thought, probably the scouts or at least the deputy wolves, second in command. She knew to not be aggressive with these shifters but also to not be too submission to anyone but Warren. Being the Omega wolf was no fun and she wanted to be accepted by these shifters that Warren knew.<br/><br/>Tinker’s ears stayed at alert, but she kept her mouth closed, covering her teeth. She looked interested but not nervous. She didn’t even glance up at Warren with a question, nor did she try to talk to him in pack speak. Who knew if these shifters would also hear what she had to say? Tinker was the offspring of the Alpha, royalty from birth and today, her poise stood her in good stead.