<strong>Jake Prior<br/>Tagged:</strong>Lily, Anne, Anna, Nathaniel, Steven, Monica<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wolves Den - Nate's Cabin<br/><hr/><br/>Jake refused to lean against anything.<br/>His Rifle hung in front of him, and he placed his hands on the butt of it.<br/>Like a knight resting his hands on the very bottom of his sword.<br/>His eyes moved to each speaker, glancing towards Lily and Monica, but mostly towards Lily.<br/>It seems this...Monica was a wolf.<br/>Pretty much anyone in anything close to Military Gear was to be watched.<br/>Although Jake wouldn't admit it verbally, he had to count himself. He had no place here except at Nathaniel's side as a representative and bodyguard. And he still needed to talk to the Alpha.<br/><br/>The soldier watched the pup actively do her thing.<br/>Inwardly he smiled.<br/>Though it was an insult to compare these Wolves to Dogs, he always thought the two the same.<br/>He loved Dogs, and therefore loved Wolves.<br/>Jake had to stop himself from reaching out and playing with the Pup as if it were just another Canine.<br/><br/>He listened to the story about the Wolf who gave birth to a litter of pups instead of to human babes like everyone else did.<br/>Jake gave a small grunt, there was nothing like that in the Inquisition Archives.<br/>The Soldier watched Nathaniel do his thing and was just about to respectively turn around in case anything happened when...<br/><br/><em>"Jake, please look away. If this works we're about to have a naked little girl in front of us."</em><br/><br/>The normally tense and ready man suddenly sagged.<br/>His face showing disbelief.<br/><strong>"Really? Turn around? Because I was expecting to be able to stand here and get a show out of-"</strong>He suddenly stopped and rose both of his hands up, palms facing out.<strong>"-you know what? Never mind."</strong>He slowly turned around and faced the wall behind him.<strong>"I'm not going to give a response to that insult. Just cuz I used to be Inquisition, and still an active Catholic doesn't mean I'm a Pedophile. That title is reserved for Catholic Priests."</strong>Now with his back completely turned he checked the tablet strapped to his left forearm. He had stopped talking out loud but he was still mumbling to himself, totally forgetting the super sensitive hearing of the wolves and just plain bitching.<strong>"I mean, it's not like you had to tell me to turn around. I was going to do that before the rest of you mutha fuckas were going to do it. Why you gotta pick on the guy who's trying to help. We should have new-bitch locked up somewhere, she could have a tracker on her, or even a radio to call in the Troops..."</strong>