Holy Jetsam

Alaric was coping the island with his cane corsos when he heard the nearby commotion. He smelled new arrivals, heard Atreyu's snarl, and other voices. His pace quickened, as did his dogs, until the trio of beasts were arriving by the minute. "What is going on here?" He asked Atreyu as he wiggled himself into the fold of wolves. There before them was three new wolves, all he did not recognize. A female and two males. Yet Atreyu did not seem happy. The brown wolf spoke, of knowing no God but himself. Alaric loudly snorted, his gaze focused on the wolf. "God, you?" His voice held a mix of disgust and disbelief. Who was this male to say he was a god? There weren't any gods in Alaric's eyes and even if there were, he seriously doubted it would be this male. "And here I thought a god would be more impressive. How disappointing." He spat, his orange gaze locking with the male. Clearly Atreyu was upset at someone and if he had to bet, this male was the one she was upset at. His eyes shifted to the woman he exposed, her belly round with pups. Alaric stayed quite, he knew what Atreyu would do. Welcome the woman in, of course, since she clearly had pups within her belly. Alaric knew she had a soft spot for those things. But what about the two males? He remained quiet and waited for Atreyu to speak and explain what was going on.