Phoenix Maplewood fast and furious

Most of the large WWS families are. :P And oohh, thanks Chels. :-)

It did not fall beneath Antar's notice that the other male wasn't immediately insulted by his soft cynicism, the subtle sharp wit that hid beneath the words murmured from betwixt his lips. It was never truly personal; for Antar had no qualms about making his opinions known as curtly and starkly as possible if it were a personal thing. Simply, this was how Antar's personality had been shaped as a young lad. Kali taught her children well and Nocturne was all too eager to leave the children with her whilst he went and did ...whatever it was Nocturne did not occupy his days. They were never particularly close and Antar did not mourn his father's lack of attention. Nocturne might have liked to boast but at the end of the day every one knew that it was Kali that had held the reigns of that relationship.

 Fleeting thoughts of his childhood were broken as the swarthy stranger spoke, once more reclaiming the rapt attention of the incubus as his words breached into what was previously silence between them. “Of that I have no doubt,” Antar responded. It was true enough. The stranger was a member of the pack that Antar had been interested in joining and could certainly divulge into what Antar needed to know, though beyond that they were open for interpretation.

“Antar.” The incubus offered the simplified version of his name, or the nicer term 'nickname' he supposed. Antareeksh still remained on reservation for close friends and family only. A few moments after he'd offered his name to the swarthy man before him another figure appeared to melt out of the treeline. She was smaller than either of them, though size had hardly ever meant anything to Antar (who'd heard enough of “you're not large and hulking therefore you cannot fight worth a damn”). The misconception that size had any bearing on skill was as ignorant to Antar as it came. As far as Antar knew she could easily hand him his ass in a physical fight; not that he sought a fight. He did not.

His head lowered in acknowledgment of her and her obvious rank of power, if her posture was anything to go off of and in his general experience posture told a lot. Considering posture was the strongest way in which they communicated with one another his belief that she was an Alpha was not contested. Yet, she did not speak, seemingly content to observe and Antar's gaze fell back upon the one who called himself Ukko.