Ryker & Bennett

*Ryker was leaning against a colum of the grand ballroom Bennett leaned against the other side scawling. theire wolves pacing in theire minds* Ryker: are you shure you scented our mate? *Bennett growled* Bennett: of course I am shure Ryker! *Bennett bristled like he could of mistaken when Dax had howled in his mind chanting "mate,mate,mate" like a giddy pup*Ryker: okaaay, okaay Bennett no need to bite my head off *Ryker straightened as Knox perked in his mind "mate, close so close" it rumbled*