<em>“I was thinking.  We know the score.  We’re going extinct Rich. And fate drops a female into our laps. Hell man! She might as well have been fuckin’ gift wrapped with a bow tied around her waist.  So what are you plannin’ ta do about it?”</em><br/><br/>Rich scratched absently at his scraggly whiskers, his eyes on the cabin door, having followed Talton's gesture and remained there.  So it wasn't about his injury.  Good; he wouldn't bring it up.<br/><br/>The Alpha sighed and looked at his Beta.  The warm summer air was thick with the smell of pine, his favorite scent.  Afternoon sunlight, muted by the millions of pine needles in the forest, filtered through the surrounding trees.  The air was breezy, and Rich felt his bangs brush over his forehead in a slight wind.  It was a good time to be outdoors.<br/><br/>Calmly, he turned his gaze away from the gathering hall, focusing in on Talton.  The werewolf seemed anxious, packed with restrained energy.  He smelled nervous.<br/><br/>Rich crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wooden railing on the edge of the small porch they stood on.  He spent a few seconds mulling over his options, his eyes drifting thoughtly along the top of the treeline beyond the camp grounds.<br/><br/>He looked back at his Beta.  "I plan on nursing her back to health, and then making her my mate," the Alpha admitted in a matter-of-fact way.  Rich stood up from the railing, eyeing Talton's wound.  "Now, what's wrong with you?  You got the jitters somethin' fierce.  Is it the silver?"