As Dax whispered in her ear that he would be "taking care" of Silva for the night, jealousy reared it's ugly head. But there wasn't much she could do on the matter as Hekhem began to speak again. The man was way to old for his own good, going on about humans and respect. As if they were mere puppies, new to the world. No, she hadn't been alive as long as he had, but she had been a werewolf for a long bit of time, seeing the world grow and change around her. She had managed to survive through it all.<br/><br/>He said he was leaving, and Roaen could only think good riddance. It was obvious nothing they did would make the man happy and she was getting rather sick of how he was overstepping the Alpha with his disrespect. Her growls were once again directed at him, and her teeth snapped as he walked away.<br/><br/>What she didn't expect, however, was Claire. The cocky little thing chased after him like a bitch in heat.<br/><br/>Roaen sat, her back rigid. Too many things happening at one time. She sighed, long and loud. Then her attention was turned to the little silver behind her. Silva began to work her way up and Roaen moved, giving her some support. The little thing had showed some real balls this night, and she was quickly earning respect. She still had things to learn  but she just need a guiding hand. Which was why Roaen decided Dax wouldn't be alone with the small female. Roaen would be joining.<br/><br/><em>Seems it may just be the three of us for awhile,</em>Roaen replied to the younger wolf.<em>Come on little one, let's get you back to the cabin to rest.</em>She looked at Dax, daring him to tell her that she wouldn't be joining them.