Rhys' large body swivels, turning to face back towards the house and taking off at a run. The touch was so quick that it is hard to know whether it was an accident or on purpose. The violet eyes on the silver gray wolf narrow slightly, that was different. Usually he would have more control over his wolf than that and in such a large space there was no need for such a mistake. Was it a misstep? It is not as if it was offensive, she just doesn’t know what it was and doesn't know what to make of it.
She stands stationary for only a moment before taking off at a run after the black wolf, feeling a lot more normal in this position, her normal view, just a black rear end, no big beautiful head, no intense amber eyes staring at her, just normality, her standard three steps behind the large wolf.
