A recklessness roamed between them, mostly on T'challa's part because he knew better than to entangle himself with other shifters. It only led to greater complication and the council really loathed wolves more than any other, which made things far worse for them. He could also feel the weight of eyes on them but the concern became more secondary when Sam actually growled at him. Damn. He shivered without being able to stop it, turned on until the words sank in. Seriously?

T'challa pulled back to give the most unimpressed look. "I do believe I have a meeting to attend to instead here."