(The jealousy, ha.)

He stamped back to the main road where he came to a stop. "Why does she have to be like this?! Why couldn't she just be happy with my love for her? But no she just the had to keep bringing up Onmund. Why can't she just be happy with me?"

Samie growled and made sure she didn't have any dirt or leaves in her hair. She looked around, seeing a group of 7-8 wolves sitting downstream, watching her. The siren slowly started to make her way back to the cave, but as soon as she lost sight of the wolves she sprinted the whole way back. "Toril! Onmund?" Samie yelled, clearly out of breath, as she ran into the cave.

"What now?" Toril said clearly fed up with all the drama. "If this is about you and that boy I'm not helping you get him back!"

"Hell no. I was just at the stream and I saw a pack of eight wolves, and they looked like they were searching for someone or something. I think they saw me." Samie had forgotten about Patrick on the run to the cave and was once again pissed. "Where is that werewolf?"

"In the back of the cave, he fell asleep once we got him back. I don't think he has any real socialization skills, it's almost like he is feral."

"I think they're looking for him. We need to hand him over. What if they know we have him and try to get him from us? We're not ready for a fight." Samie told them, trying to get the wolf to leave.

"Hold on a minute! We can't do that, what if someone did that to us? How would you feel then? So far he has done nothing to deserve being thrown out like that. If the take him willingly and without fuss that's a difficult story though I feel that this is more to do with violence than just a lost pup. I'm sorry but I can't let you hand him over like that." Toril said.

"We don't even know his name or what he looks like, how can you trust him so easily?"