<<Big Den of No Pack... grrr... Ho-Tel! Curious>>
Hector struggled with the limitations of his lupine form. His body language rapidly grew as cagy and careful as Chris; his head swivelled from side to side, bringing in both the Irakka and the Elodoth into his conversation. Not to play favourite, he let his narrowed eyes seek out Viola. Hopefully his body language would pass on the context of his feelings and suspicions.
<<Wonder what a Bell Hop is doing out in the... yards. Another thought for pack: perhaps we make this Bell Hop our totem instead?>>
Hector mused aloud for a moment, letting himself slouch onto his haunches given their progress had apparently stopped. The Cahalith looked about him; he watched the to- and fro- of the hub; he inhaled deeply the aroma of the picture perfect dream made whole and lifelike in the Shadow Realm.
And then the Bell Hop spoke again, calling out to its superiors.
Hector didn't wait for his pack's response. Limbs surging, the Cahalith was upright and muscling his way forward so he could stand shoulder-to-shoulder (well, kind of, it was more of a head in front) with Odie. He was Alpha, after all. Any talk should go through him, right?