Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Talon had had no idea of his sister's thought process, but his own was a chaotic whirl of confusion as he tagged along at his grandfather's heels to flop down near him. Sparrow was challenging for a pack? But they already had a pack and it was pretty grand. Did she not like the sheep? Was that why she wanted her own pack? Was that why she'd left to make a band to begin with? He thought Fireside was pretty great, and couldn't fathom why anyone would leave, let alone make their own pack. Still, Sparrow wanted to do it so she would have his full enthusiastic confused support. Seeing his sister bleeding though, Talon sat up, his jaws clamping shut with a snap as he froze in place, still for perhaps the first time in his puppyish life, and a rumbling snarl churned deep in his chest. They'd hurt Sparrow? No one was allowed to hurt his sister. If it weren't for the fact that his grandfather - who Talon idolized despite being terrified of him - was watching casually rather than setting on Sparrow's attacker, Talon would have flung his lanky self into the fray and honestly probably messed things up completely. As it was, his usually goofy face was set in uncharacteristically hard, angry lines as he watched.