She was grateful when he came to her, stepping into the circle of his arms, rubbing her cheek against the heavy fur of his pelt.  Her name fell from his maw like a caress, and it brought a smile to her lips.  Even in the deepest rage, the pair could calm and sooth each other with the barest touch, or word.<strong>"The pack is angry that we withdrew...  Not that I am pleased with this turn of events.  We risked much to try and kill that girl.  Marcoth turned her, against Lohanis... Striking soon, while the Beta and Alpha disagree would be an advantage we cannot afford to let go."</strong>She looked up at him, her slight form only coming up to chest level at best.<br/><br/>Musette stepped away from his embrace, a fire lighting in her own eyes at his excitement.  Calvin always had better plans, and they quickly evolved to fit the situation.  She murred with glee, sinking into a chair and reclining there while she watched her mate.  His face contorted with his thoughts, and she waited for him to center himself.  Muse though quietly about her pack, going over each member in her head.  Each had their strengths, and their weaknesses.  The Blood Runners... It would be an interesting battle.<br/><br/>[Wheee, there isn't much I could do there.]