Broken Antler Fen Future Thinking

The next to arrive was not your typical recruit. He was short, lean and definitely not pack material - or so it seemed. He was, basically, a lone wolf. Jim the loner had just finished a long trip from the Other Side Of Teekon (Probably) with absolutely no idea why the heck he was coming back here. To Mister Prissy-Alpha's playground. Again! 

Jim, to his credit, knew that Prissy stayed in this area but not here and simply because he couldn't smell him. He was far, far off into his pack of jackasses and for the record, Jim wasn't scared to confront the man. He just didn't want to because it wasn't worth getting injured over. For all he knew, Jim was small enough that Prissy could sit on him and he'd be done for. Noooo thank you, kind sir, and the loner was on his way again.

He stopped short, everything returning to his normal face. That was to say, it was back to good'ol neutral again. Neutral attitude, neutral stance, neutral everything that could possibly be neutralised. Heck, even his voice was neutralised when he casually pointed the man in his direction with a languid "Morning"