Broken Boulder i lead the pack so my back's to them

He didn't miss her snort, and he cast her a dark look, but said nothing, remaining silent as she spoke next. Zamael shrugged in answer to her question, shaking his head. He didn't really have an opinion on the borders, honestly. The place seemed secure, and there were always plenty of wolves padding around. Besides Queenie, he'd seen a few others out here, looking out for them.

"Not really, no," he responded, voice casual as if he were discussing the latest weather. "Alarian--he knows what he's doing. He may look small, but he's a hell of a fighter. And there are always a lot of others out here patrolling," he added, voicing his thoughts, "including you. I think we're fine."

He'd only known Queenie for all of five minutes, but he already had a feeling she'd try to argue with him about it. He was curious as to why a dog--or a wolf that looked uncannily like a dog--had such strong opinions on borders. Too used to fences, he supposed.