Raula
I am blinking between the two males, not knowing how to feel about being the subject matter.
Ulfred laughs, it's forced, but he manages to laugh. Loudly.
"Don't force me to be too rude to you. This is my territory. You are trespassing actually. This is my pack, and everything in it belongs to me. You have no right, whatsoever to lecture me about what I have and what I have lost. It's my business. Please endeavor to stay out of it," Ulfred responds, equally composed.
I can't believe these two are having this conversation, right here, right now, with the three of us naked. I don't feel comfortable at all, but I guess no one else here is comfortable either.
Despite the fact that they are both trying to have an 'almost' rational conversation, their wolves are still growling at each other, they want to take over. It's not over until one of them is dead.
