Zephar snickered and tried to ignor the pain.
Silver morphed into wolf form and bit Zephar hard on the back of knee.
Zephar jumped up, whinning like a cub, clutching the back of his knee.
Silver spit out the piece of fabric she had ripped out.

Felicia shook her head. "You really have to learn! We don't attack those who aren't our size!" she said, even though she stood about his height. "And seriously. Whining and whimpering in the first sign of danger. Thumbs up." she monotoned. Mark shook his head at the girls, giving them the sign to cut it out.

Silver morphed back to human form and accually had the good grace to look ashamed.
Zephar was still holding the back of his knee, "She bit a nerve fluff-brain."

"Baked Potatoes!" Felicia shouted, and jumped nearly a foot in the air. Mark looked at her, questioning. Felicia could only jibber a response. Mark sighed, and then stopped.

"Need a nurse or something?" he asked, because he was not the type that knew about that stuff.

Silver rolled her eyes at Mark and made the no sigh.
"Oh please I'm tuffer then that," Zephar bragged morphing into wolf form.

Mark cocked his head. "Uh, k. So.... Um, okay. So.... I think I got to start this thing. Um... Hi! I'm Mark, you're Alpha. Right now, you may be wondering why we are all assembled here. Well, Werewolves do have a tendency to fight, and doing that any where is frowned upon. So... I'll be asking if anyone wants to be a certain role so we can do this and stuff."

(gtg)

(Okay bye)

Zephar huffed knowing he had the best position in his pack.
Silver just stayed silent knowing that any role she got was likely to be bad because of that little defense of Mark and Filicia.

Very confusing.

She kisses his cheek before dashing off, her blonde hair flowing behind her in waves.

He doesn't chase after her this time.