Alaric

He sighs, rubbing his forehead, seated around the huge stone table, already tired at the stupid fight started between two young alphas. His nose suddenly twitches, a heady smell mixed in the air. He looks up, trying to keep a cool expression searching for the source, his blue eyes falling on a young woman, at the end of the table, who's busy glaring at the two alphas. She suddenly hits her open palm on the table, growling, making them effectively stop. He chuckles Feisty, that one...