Gabriel Sanders
Gabriel grinned as he listened to Alice and Reiner, nodding. "Well, I trust you both. That's the only reason I'm letting Ella go." he said truthfully, inwardly sighing with relief. He was glad those two were there to help him out his his sister. She really did worry him sometimes.
His golden gaze flickered to Molly, raising an eyebrow as he watched her pace back and forth. After glancing up at the sky briefly he knew why. It wasn't her anger causing her to pace anymore, it was the storm. Looking over at Reiner, Gabriel gave a wolfish grin. "I'll take care of her." he joked, this not being his first "rodeo" with a storm and Molly combined. The girl really did hate them, he found that one out an extremely long time ago.
"Everyone stay safe tonight. In the morning I'm calling a meeting." Gabe said, then turned and began a slow walk back towards his den. As he went he felt a couple drops of rain that was followed by the low rumble of thunder. Yeah. This storm was going to be a good one. Nearing the slight incline that led up then down into his den, Gabriel glanced over and spotted Carmissia in a den of her own. He paused, tilting his head just a little before walking over, partially inside. "Hey Carmissia," he greeted lightly, noticing she was listening to music. He waited for her to take out the ear buds, then continued. "There's a real bad storm on us, if you didn't notice. I did not see you out there, so I thought I'd tell you to just stay in until it passes, okay? If you see any pups out make sure they get somewhere safe." Gabe gave a smile, the one he use to practice in the mirror before becoming alpha. If you asked him, it was his "alpha smile." Uh huh. Clever. With that being said he turned and scanned the clearing, eyes lingering over the fire pit that was used basically every night, then swept over the line of trees. He didn't see any pups out. That's when it hit him: Sabine.
Gabriel huffed, Reiner, if you see Sabine out bring her back with you, won't you? I don't want her out in this storm. He sent that thought straight to his closest friend then turned, trekking up to his den. Maybe he should have went after the pup himself, but she was old enough to know to come back in. Plus, he was tired, very, very tired. Once he became alpha it was like a huge weight was placed on his shoulders, like everything was depending solely on him. It was enough to drive him mad.
Gabe walked into his den, immediately stopping in the entry way. His liquid gold eyes narrowed, yet he stayed quiet as he watched Molly try to flip his rug. His rug that was completely covered with mud. He had to forcefully stop himself from growling, slowly walking up behind the sentinel. Gabe bent down, a smirk crossing his lips. "Are you having fun, Molly?" he whispered in her ear, chuckling as he straightened up, taking one step back. He probably should have been mad at her for messing up his rug, but he found it not too big of a deal. He'd have her clean it tomorrow.
Not waiting for her to reply to his sarcastic comment, Gabriel walked over to a large chest that sat in the back, right corner of his good sized den. In the left, back corner of the den was his bedding, which consisted of a king sized mattress. The dens, all of them, were the sizes of caves. He opened the chest and then crouched down, rummaging inside a few seconds before he pulled out an old quilt. Standing, he turned and held it up for Molly to see. He knew she'd recognize it immediately. It was the quilt his mother gave him when he was eleven, three months before she was killed by a Stiprus pack member. At that time Molly was seven and still had the same fear for storms. Every time a storm would brew up Gabe would go find her and they'd sit together. . Wrapped up in his mother's crazy patterned quilt. It usually made her feel better and secure, and it made him feel better knowing his friend felt safe.
"Remember this?" the alpha teased good-heartedly, lowering the blanket as he waited for her response. He knew she thought she was brought to his den to get a "lecture," and truth be told in the beginning she was. However, fatigue had hit him big time and he was in no mood to argue.
Jonah McGregory
Jonah had moved to the left, following after his other male pack-mates slowly, not as willing to go on this hunt. He felt more at ease knowing it was a Men vs. Women affair though; at least he did not have to worry about embarrassing himself in front of the she-wolves in the pack. He did that enough, an example being not fifteen minutes ago. The wind had picked up speed and was running through his fur, causing him to shudder. His gaze strayed to Tane, noticing the way she hunkered towards the ground. That's when he remembered her dread and hate for storms. Maybe someone else did not look forward to this hunt more so than him. He followed after the alpha in a slow gate, lifting his nose to scent the air a couple times. The elk's scent was heavy. Right as he licked his chops, Leon's voice invaded his mind once again.
Head back to the den...we will not hunt in this weather. The delta stopped dead in his tracks, ears drooping forward just barely. Really? Right when he started to get an appetite. However, looking towards the sky he lost said appetite. It looked pretty nasty. Jonah turned around swiftly. Instead of heading straight for the dens he started back towards the lake, towards "his tree" where he left his guitar. As soon as he felt a couple drops of rain he fell into a trot, ears flickering back and forth as Leon spoke again.
Guess we should have that meeting...huh?
He didn't say anything at first, snorting gently when Narissa's word entered his mind. He could feel her edge. She really did not like the thought of him being Delta. Was he that bad? He wondered, sometimes, what she would do if she knew he really did not care what she thought of him. Sounds good, Leon. I'm grabbing my guitar and heading back to the dens. I will check and make sure there are no pups who have wandered off on my way back. he said, adding the last part to appease Nari before shifting into his human form.
Jonah walked over to his guitar, picking it up quickly. A small half-smile played on his lips. That was one thing that really made him happy. . Playing music. He ran a hand down the neck of the guitar, wishing it was not about to storm so he could just sit there and play. Loud, angry thunder broke through his thoughts, followed by a streak of lightening dancing across the sky. Now was no time to daydream. He sighed heavily, turning and making his way back towards the dens, and like he promised. . He looked to make sure no pups were out.
Tane
Tane had fell back in behind Narissa, to the right like Leon had ordered. Her blue eyes seemed to stay glued on the storm that was rolling in above. How could she think about the hunt at a time like this? Thunder shook the sky and as it done so the she-wolf slowly hunkered down, ears pinned back. Even as Akitla and Narissa moved forward when Akitla smelt a heard of deer, the newest sentinel did not move. A low whimper escaped past her clenched jaws. Tane was a very young pup when her parents died, so young she could not really remember them. She was told by the pack that took her in that a small pack of werewolves passing through had slaughtered her both parents in their wake, leaving her to die. The night it all happened it stormed. . And Tane was left alone during it, it being the first storm she experienced. Ever since she'd been completely terrified of thunderstorms. Not rain, she loved the rain, but the sounds of thunder sent her cowering. In her mind she connected it all with bad things fixing to happen.
Relief crashed over Emerson like a wave when Leon's next words entered her mind. Head back to the den...we will not hunt in this weather.
He surely did not have to tell her twice. Tane shot a pleading look at Danny before she turned and quickly headed off towards the dens. Meet you all there! she said quickly, tail tucked as she went. It was easy to see storms were not her cup of tea.
She was back at the dens before anyone else. As soon as she entered the clearing Tane's blue eyes searched for the pups. A couple were getting ushered into a den by a mother wolf, but other than that she spotted none. Good. Right as drops of rain started to fall and lightening streaked across the sky, followed by thunder, the sentinel dashed into the main den. The main den was where meetings and such were held. It was in the middle of the clearing. Tane's own den was not far from it, but truth be told she did not want to be alone during a storm. She whimpered softly before shifting into her human form, walking over to the wall of the den. She sat down "Indian style," spotting Mathew, one of the younger pups she was telling a story to earlier, out the corner of her eye in his adorable wolf form. He immediately saw her and began yipping, struggling to free himself from his mother as he scampered over to her.
Tane laughed as the black pup crawled into her lap, resting his head on her right leg. "Hey Mathew," she whispered, laughing softly as the pup's green-eyed gaze met her's. She slowly began petting him, scratching behind his tiny ears as she waited for the rest of the pack to return.