"It doesn't matter where we sleep or they fight, what matters is that they are ready to strike at a moments..."<br/><br/>And with that they were gone. The didn't even wait for him to finish his sentence. The nerve of these insolent fools and pups were gritting at his patience. With a low growl he punched his fist through the wall, tendons and bones snapping as his mass grew and sprouted coarse black fur. The suit ripped under the pressure and he let out a snarl as his muzzle and ears elongated. Ripping the thick arm out of the wall he made his way outside, sniffing the air, catching the scents of the other wolves. Even in his larger werejackal form he would soon catch up to them. His speed and nimbleness was unequaled, though he saw some good potential in Silva and Claire. If he could only teach them right, they might not end up as thickheaded as Dax.<br/><br/>He stopped as he reached the site, watching the spectacle from the deep shadows underneath a pine. He watched Roaen take away the last shred of Silva's confidence. As the young wolf hopped around barking he sighed. Once the older female took off a grin formed on his face however. Silva was even more wet behind the ears than he had thought. She had left her back open and Claire was stirring behind her. He waited in silent anticipation. Once first blood had been drawn he would break them up. They would need energy for the rest of the night. But for now he sat invisible in the night and watched.