"Alana!" Richard and two other male wolves pulled the two of them apart, prying Alana's tight grip from around Gen's neck.
Alana's head was spinning from being stood upright so suddenly, but once she got her bearings, she noticed that their little brawl had drawn a little bit of an audience.
She rolled her eyes and walked back towards the direction of her room, but not before glancing towards Gen to see her on her hands and knees glaring at her back as she left.
Max apologized to Richard for them leaving so abruptly and jogged to catch up with Alana, a surprised look on her face. "Um, wow..."
Alana sighed and opened the door to her room, stripping out of her dirtied clothes.
Max tried again. "You're...you're really good."
Alana shrugged. "I was just trained well, I guess."
Max nodde
