Redhawk Caldera mayday! mayday! this ship is going down

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The approach of the first man was aggressive, which served to confuse the Frostfur-DiSarinno who hadn't done anything to warrant the aggression, as far as he was aware. There was plenty of distance between him and the borders and all he'd done was call for an audience. Keep your cool, he reminded himself taking a step back and lowering his posture, his gaze flitting to the second male that approached who held his gaze. The desire to let it rile was strong and he swallowed back the copper taste in his mouth. The fuck? He was just here to seek an audience not be bullied into submission. His nostrils flared and there was a slight twist to his lips. The fact was: he was outnumbered and realistically he couldn't take them both on at one time should they attack. He lowered his body further, ears slicking to rest back against his skull. He might have been confrontational by nature and sometimes lacked a filter between his brain and mouth he knew when the odds were decidedly not in his favor and his instinct to preserve his life was (thankfully) much stronger that his instinct to fight back when he was cornered. Maybe if he had nothing to lose ...but he was not yet that desperate.

“Listen, mates, I don't want no trouble,” He told them in a peaceful tone. He'd gotten himself into plenty of trouble over his almost two year span of life and in this moment he really didn't want any trouble. “I just want an audience with your Alphas, s'all.” Looked like he picked the worst pack to decide to join if the two males challenging him for what he thought to be nothing more than calling for an audience with their leader(s) was anything to go by. Admittedly, right now, he was regretting his choice a good bit.

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