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Luana reached out behind Tate's back to rest a hand against it as he repeated Uriel's casual acknowledgement of his alpha. Both in a show of support to help her mate calm down, but also to keep herself calm in the male's presence. She could just about manage to look up at Daisy and offer the younger girl a small smile, unable to help the awkwardness she too felt after the disagreement that exploded in the hut earlier that day.
That one and the one with Anders. She wasn't doing particularly well for herself now that she thought back on it.
Her nails gently scratched at Tate's back, her actions allowing her to focus on something other than the smirk on Uriel's face and the stiff tension that had formed since Daisy and Uriel had joined them. She, like Tate, couldn't begrudge either of the two from getting food, especially after she had been the one to convince Tate to allow Daisy to make her own choices and, therefore, mistakes. However, the didn't mean she had to be comfortable with them sitting down with them. Especially with Uriel acting like the cat that got the cream.
Despite the smiles she received that evening (even if she was still dubious that she would have gotten them if she hadn't been with Tate), Luana still couldn't help but feel as though there was still an atmosphere within the pack. It was probably just down to her own paranoia, but the she-wolf felt herself becoming defensive. Perhaps it was a mixture of the negativity rolling off Leah in waves, plus the awkwardness of her current relationship with Daisy, and the fact that Uriel was sat right near them.
It made her, without her realising it, slide closer to Tate before picking up her bowl and spoon to begin eating her stew. She kept her eyes on her food as the pair sat down with them, allowing her mind to drift for a moment onto Tala and Teddy and how Ronan was doing with the two.
Uriel's voice caught her unawares, and Luana looked up to provide the young man with her attention, taking in the bruising that had been caused by Tate's reaction to him being with the alpha's little sister. She stopped chewing at the audacity of the werewolf Daisy claimed to be her mate, her hand tightening around her spoon.
"...To be honest with you, Uriel, you're the last one I really want to talk about mine an' Tate's relationship." She replied, lowering her spoon into her bowl, "In fact, nothin' about mine an' Tate's relationship is up for discussion, with anyone, so perhaps we ought to drop it, yeah?"
That one and the one with Anders. She wasn't doing particularly well for herself now that she thought back on it.
Her nails gently scratched at Tate's back, her actions allowing her to focus on something other than the smirk on Uriel's face and the stiff tension that had formed since Daisy and Uriel had joined them. She, like Tate, couldn't begrudge either of the two from getting food, especially after she had been the one to convince Tate to allow Daisy to make her own choices and, therefore, mistakes. However, the didn't mean she had to be comfortable with them sitting down with them. Especially with Uriel acting like the cat that got the cream.
Despite the smiles she received that evening (even if she was still dubious that she would have gotten them if she hadn't been with Tate), Luana still couldn't help but feel as though there was still an atmosphere within the pack. It was probably just down to her own paranoia, but the she-wolf felt herself becoming defensive. Perhaps it was a mixture of the negativity rolling off Leah in waves, plus the awkwardness of her current relationship with Daisy, and the fact that Uriel was sat right near them.
It made her, without her realising it, slide closer to Tate before picking up her bowl and spoon to begin eating her stew. She kept her eyes on her food as the pair sat down with them, allowing her mind to drift for a moment onto Tala and Teddy and how Ronan was doing with the two.
Uriel's voice caught her unawares, and Luana looked up to provide the young man with her attention, taking in the bruising that had been caused by Tate's reaction to him being with the alpha's little sister. She stopped chewing at the audacity of the werewolf Daisy claimed to be her mate, her hand tightening around her spoon.
"...To be honest with you, Uriel, you're the last one I really want to talk about mine an' Tate's relationship." She replied, lowering her spoon into her bowl, "In fact, nothin' about mine an' Tate's relationship is up for discussion, with anyone, so perhaps we ought to drop it, yeah?"