[ Eames' attention goes from White and the wolf to Arthur, back and forth between the two several times before his hackles slowly relax. Though his lips stay, for the most part, pulled back, he slowly stalks toward Arthur, placing himself between them, ears drawn forward to focus entirely on any sudden movements from the other wolf. It looks, for all appearances, to be an end - but Eames would rather be on the defensive than trust it, least of all from someone who just bit the shit out of Arthur's neck. ]
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