<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m623gabXOC1qa8k91o1_500.jpg)</div>Colby Hauser<br/>Location: The challenge circle<br/>Date:Friday, September 22<br/>Tagging: Sienna, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Colby had to admit, at least to himself, that he was surprised when Sienna turned to meet his gaze. No doubt she was going to tease him for acting so oddly during this tradition. Such thoughts only continued to grow and dance in his head as she crossed the short distance that had separated them during the fight. Though he was a bit bigger and taller than she, he always felt like the pup around her, especially with her teasing. Yes he was thankful that she had lured him in, had helped show him around and introduce him, but she always seemed to delight in giving him a great deal of guff about it whenever she could.<br/><br/>Bracing for such comments, her words caught him off guard and he found himself even more puzzled. Worse? If anything he thought the whole affair had been odd and rather archaic. He knew of the pack wars, had heard the tales of the violence that sometimes sprang up amongst the wolves, but he hadn’t expected the changing of leaders to actually be a fight in the dirt. Shaking his head slightly, he shifted his gaze towards where Alex had settled, Colby’s voice low as he responded. “Oh yeah? Well I suppose it is a good thing then. I can only imagine what the smell of blood and hormones might do to a pack of beasts such as us.”<br/><br/>“Cool?” Colby reached up to adjust his old, weather hat, considering the comment. Was he okay with this? Did it really have that much of an impact on him? He had met Stephen only a handful of times, mostly when he first arrived and Sienna was introducing him. After that he had mostly kept to himself, ranching and enjoying the simple things and life. “Uh… I guess. I mean is this a good thing? What are your views on it? I don’t really know Alex, and I am not sure how he might view a stray.”<br/><br/>He threw in that last comment because he knew it was something that she always liked to poke him about whenever she came to visit or explain things about his old, worn down bike. It wasn’t far off the mark either. Even after a few years he still found times where he felt like he was merely a visitor, maybe even a migrant worker, come to handle the ranch duties and it was only a small coincidence that he was a wolf.<br/>