Broken Boulder What A Man Can Do

Jim, attention demanding bastard that he was, was pleased to see his words finally having some effect. He did not smile, however, keeping the carefully neutral expression on his face. But the next words out of her mouth worried the male, who took note of her abrasive attitude. The scent of blood fast encroached upon his nostrils, memories from another time, another life. Inter-pack scuffles were never cause for celebration.

"You'd best keep track of your words, madam. Misunderstood phrases can lead to war." Here, Jim was referring very pointedly (but his voice somehow seemed to stay the same again) that the alpha had a whole pack to back her up. Not only that, they were new to the scene - alliances might have already been formed, plans to help each other in case Stuff Happened. This new pack would be the target of misery and the butt of any and all jokes going around. They had the disadvantage of being juniors, as well as only a potential pack.

Blood could be spilled. 

"If I may a moment after, ma'am," the ginger male called out to the young leader, a request to stay behind and talk a while.