Fang, Lagertha
Lagertha came to a halt, looking around. Where on earth? She didn't know this area or the scent of the DarkStorms well enough to get back. She needed Reaper. She loves him.
Quickly, she spun around and bolted back towards the Snowstars camp, and edging closer, she lept up onto a slanted tree, climbing to a higher point. This was perfect, she could see everybody and her dark pelt camouflaged her very well.
Fang sighed, shaking his head. "There is no need to fight..." his ears were back in anger but also submission. Now was the time to be maturer. He wanted to control his anger as best he could... a repeat from what happened between he and Silver wouldn't be great for the wolves here. His huge body and dark pelt glistened, but that wasnt as pretty as his mind right now.