<span style="text-decoration: underline">Mortigar</span><br/><br/>A look of utter horror wipes out the wolf's smile. His joyful attitude turns serious and dour. "You know I of all wolves profane violence, but in this case there's no way we can do either of those options. We have to fight." His voice is low and soft. Almost hesitant.  "Or find another source yah I prefer that option much better option that." He settled down where he is watching her, he has yet to meet this new wolf. After all he has been away for so long he really isn't aware of everything going on. A thought suddenly enters his disorganized mind, "who has been tending her, for surely she didn't escape the pack of miscreants without harm?!" His words half question and half startled wonder. He regards his alpha and has to wonder. This always happens when he's away. Someone gets hurt. Yet these dark thoughts do not stick with him. Mortigar is too fun loving to feel much sadness and pain. He focuses instead of life and it's beauty.