Xola || 6 || Female || Wolf || Eastern Medic || M: Oreithya, Icicle, Killjoy, Shadow, Hymir, Injured Wolves (Ind)

The night-fallen medic glares at the area where she presumed the larger male to have exited – as thought the area itself had offended her. Her ears remain pinned in their aggravated position as she huffs out another breath. She knew not who had moved within that time, having been stuck in her own snarling thoughts for the time being. Though she had acknowledged Icicle’s comment about “my alpha” being the one to drag Killjoy away, her anger still resided in her own alpha’s actions.

Never in my life have I met such a reckless, disobedient, bullheaded-

She’s pulled out of her thoughts by a gentle brushing along her side. She does not turn to acknowledge the touch nor does so even so much as glance that way, being too focused on attempting to burn the surrounding area with her gaze alone.

Her ear flicks to the side to better catch the wintry medic’s words as her eyes remain in their forward position (and while her ears remain down), “Tiring? I believe that would be a bit of an understatement, dear. Though, I suppose that it does help in keeping an eye on them,” she looks to the side for a moment before focusing on the area once more.

At her question, Xola glances back for a moment before looking ahead once more. “Yes, that would be beneficial for us,” she lifted her tail to point, aiming it to various different areas of the den as she spoke, “Preferably, we should move everyone to one side so the other is left open for other emergencies. However, with multiple wolves being unable to move efficiently, I do not see how that will be much of a choice. Though, perhaps we could have Hondo and that male packmate of yours up against the wall on Hondo’s side, and River and Rags up against the other? Any other ideas?”

The night stricken female listens intently to her fellow medic’s response (her eyes still lingering on the exit as she spoke), nodding her head to every point made. However, before she could respond, a new wolf enters her den – his dark and spotted coat easily blending into the shadows of his immediate surroundings. It was no wonder no one had seen him arrive earlier (if he was Icicle’s alpha, anyway). He could easily be mistaken for the shadows themselves. Her ears perk up at the sight, close together in an alert position.

His eyes were quick to scan over her as well as the scene of River and Icicle behind her. That disobedient excuse of an alpha pads in after him, his head held high as if he had done no wrong. He was being shielded (As if that would do him any good) by the darker male. A deal was made, perhaps? Either way, she knew who the wrongdoer was, and she was certain in who she would be scolding. She lets a snarl leave her throat as he brushes past. A little message of “I’ll deal with you later” hidden within it. Though, she does let him off the hook a tiny bit – flicking her tail to her son to dismiss him of his earlier task. She just hoped he saw it, since she knew not if he was still there.

A pressure on her back was what came next, similar to the one from earlier. Icicle had promptly settled on her back once again, looking right at the sapphire eyed male before them. She could feel the light tapping of her paw that came before her comment – which earned her a gentler huff of air in return. Even if the fox had been working with the two troublemakers, she couldn’t help but hold some affinity for her.

At the nod of the male’s head, the fluffy canine hops off and over to him, taking what seemed to be a familiar position on his back. Her next comment did manage to stir a chuckle from the old female, even if she wasn’t entirely happy at the moment.

“Feel free to stop by anytime, little one. I wouldn’t mind the company.”

As the larger male sets his sights upon her once more, she meets his eyes with her own striking ones. The fire from before still remained, but it was replaced with an oddly cool form of it. There was no heat. Just disappointment. Xola listens closely to each and every of his words, making sure to account for any excuses, cover ups, and the like. When he finished, the only initial response she could muster was an expression. The most unimpressed one at that.

Seriously? Does he really think he can get Killjoy out of this? Tsk.

Sighing, the dark pelted female takes a single step forward and looks into Shadow’s eyes. Her voice was soft but not sweet, being more monotone with a sprinkle of unimpressed disappointment within it – as though she had done this same song and dance a thousand times, “Aye, but did you make him disobey orders,” she paces around him slowly, trying to gauge his reaction, “Did you drag him by the tail, threaten him, or do anything of the sort to have him follow you? Nay, I do not believe so.”

She stops in front of him once more – head held high and eyes filled with wisdom much beyond her years, “With all do respect, Alpha Shadow, you are of no blame here. No responsibility to take. You did not make him disobey orders. You did not force him to leave the den against his will. He decided to follow you. He decided to risk his health even more than he already has today without question or hesitance. He could have very easily come up to me – as could have you – and asked for a short meeting with one another outside of my den. And yet he didn’t. Just goes to show how much he cares about my orders and his health I presume.”

She looks to the side for a second with a scowl before meeting the larger male’s gaze once more, “The only fault you and your friend here made was simply not asking me for a private audience with Killoy – just as he. Which I would have granted you without question. Though, I do appreciate your assurance that he did not hurt himself further.”

With a huff, she turns head towards her alpha’s corner, but not without looking towards the newest addition to the crowd once more,“Now, if you would excuse me, I have an alpha to actually scold for his reckless actions.”

Without another word not the heeding of any response, she slinks her way over to the true perpetrator. She stops a mere paw step before him, head still held high and her tail slowly rising up in anger. Her ears return to their previously pinned positions as she looks down at the alpha with righteous fury.