[center][h2]Kinow[/h2]
[@Polaris North][/center]
Kinow relaxed slightly as Robyn stepped out from the cover. Thankfully, it seemed it was only her who had witnessed the confrontation. On the downside, it was her who had witnessed the confrontation. He flushed beneath his fur, but his irritated expression remained. If he had looked like an idiot standing up to 'The Moon', then Robyn was kind enough not to mention it. She was trustworthy, he knew that much. But that didn't lower his embarrassment any less. 

"Did he order you to stand back and watch too," he grumbled, trying (and failing) to wipe down the mark on his forehead. After a quick glance at Robyn, he cleared his throat and dipped his head. The closest to an apologetic gesture he could manage. "Help would be nice, though. Thanks. I mean it." 

Kinow trotted back to the doe and picked up a leg. The scent filled his nose, his mouth itching to just bite hard and dig in. It had been too long since his last deer. The fact that he didn't even have to catch a fresh one, loner aside, made the thought taste even sweeter. He dragged it to Robyn, a new sense of unspoken gratitude filling him as fully realized it's weight.

A howl pierced through the air. Kinow's fur bristled and he dropped the leg, shooting Robyn an uneasy look. Angelwing. Pack meetings weren't unusual. But this howl seemed...off. He couldn't quite place his paw on what, but instinct told him that something was going on. Something big. Kinow glanced back the way 'The Moon' had gone. Something that could include her. He raised his head and howled back--a short confirmation--before glancing at Robyn curiously and picking up the leg once more.
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[center][h2]Rymen[/h2]
[@oWhiteDiamondo][@Nikki Moonlight][/center]
Rymen frowned as the howl pierced the air. The feeling of unease that took seed since the mention of this wolf was slowly starting to grow. "Best see what this is about then," he mumbled, more to himself. Hope of rest abandoned, he nudged Luna comfortingly before padding out into the clearing.

A majority of the pack had already gathered, stragglers peeking their heads out of their dens. Apprentices and pups whispered amongst themselves, rumors and wild stories already in the works. A wolf-eating rabbit! A fox with two heads! A tree that could speak! Fables wrapped in a fabric of innocence that Rymen couldn't help but smile at. He passed through the throng of wolves, giving calming words to the worried and smiles to the uneasy. It was the least he could do now. His cheeriness cracked as he walked to his place at the base of the rock, his gaze flickering to the entrance of camp before traveling up to Angelwing.