Askuwheteau growls softly some more at his retreating figure. First he appears out of the nowhere in his changed form, challenges him, then has the audacity to label him as the agressor. He only calmed at Abrianna's words, though he still didn't want to begrudge her any leniency. He was the protector of the tribe, and if his best friend didn't listen to him, how was the tribe ever to take him seriously. Slowly, reluctantly, he changed back, spitting the ground derisively in Jacob's direction. He turned away so that her eyes wouldn't tempt him.<br/><br/>"We should report this to the tribal council first," he said, biting his lip to remind himself of the responsibility he carried. "Please come back with me," he said, hoping her stubborness didn't win her over.