The man would breathe out when he saw her. Though scarred, her stance was still proud as ever. Though there was no mistaking the worry on her face. No doubt for the same reason that he had been worried. He would gently crane his neck across her form, speaking in a soft tone, not wanting to speak in a tone that would draw attention to them. He would breathe out a sigh, his words honest when he spoke. "I don't know why he's called for Sonticus... but I know its no good for your alpha." The brute would sigh softly.
"Mother, you shouldn't have come." Einarr would whisper softly to the femme. "You should be safe in a den, with Tiny." The young man would look towards Valentine now, wondering what it was the man had called for. Whatever it was... he was sure to get it. That much Einarr was certain. He'd never imagined fighting such a strong man.
"Speech"
