Knock Knock You about to get.....

Reaper watched a new people gathered around. Wolves he had never seen before. Smells of packs he had never met before. He watched them all with a cautious gaze, his eyes searching for Mae. His seagreen eyes spotted her and he noticably perked up. As Mae approached, he kept his stripped tail from wagging too much. When she laid her head on his paws, he bent down to her ears. "I'm glad you came." He whispered sweetly, feeling the lick on his inner neck and then the nip. He gently napped at one of her ears back and placed a soft kiss on the top of her forehead. He watched his Queen battle on against the small, pink, challenger with no words to be said. He simply stared and watched, a knot forming in his gut. If his Queen lost, he would loose his home again. If she won, it would be secured. He could tell others of the pack were less neutral. Some were even seething with rage, and Reaper could not fault them for this. Their home was being threatened. He didn't see the wrong in their anger.