Larksong Grotto Devastation

Charley watched her quietly, brow raising at her snippiness. Instead of doing the smart thing and backing away from the offended packmate, the ragged male LAUGHED at her. And not some chuckle, no, he bellowed and howled with laughter. 
      "Mutt? Stand down? Sweetheart you have everything fucked up. I'm not trying to fight some entitled female. No need to act like I was trying to make you submit." 
His posture stayed the same, holding himself tall, tail and ears high. No longer did his fangs show, but that was probably because a chuckle still rumbled from his chest. It wasn't, of course, that she was female. It was more along the lines of he didn't want to get kicked out for fighting a packmate. Not when he had a damn good reason to stay in Aspen. In reality, he hadn't expected her to submit. The patched wolf simply walked around like that.
His bright blue eye swept over her frame, not making direct eye contact out of boredom. This girl obviously had no interest in being friends, and the only reason his gaze wad on her at all was because he didn't need her attacking his back. 
                 "I didn't catch your name?"
He made an attempt at being nice, or as close as he could get, but there was a lot of doubt resting in the front of his mind. 
Not that it mattered. He could barely even keep his attention on her.