Adrianna averts her eyes, moving through the charged space between them, the dominant of dominants doing her best to make herself small. It doesn't quite work, and Jude holds back a smile. Adrianna gets grumpy if a pup hasn't licked her face before breakfast.

"Thankfully, it's not something we hold against people," she says honestly, reaching out to interrupt his hand clasp and take one of his between the two of hers. Wolves touch and she's no exception, though she makes her grip easy enough to escape.

"We aren't perfect. We can't expect anyone to be. When one of us is laid low, we all kneel to help them up."