Shadewood get used to it

The dramatics seemed to be all but unwelcome by the two wolves, and as the gore-faced stranger tried to plea a curse, her initial approach dropped for one of an actress in the moment, a surge of contempt stirred within Constantine. He was a creature of patience, primarily – such had been taught to him by his father. Yet his time spent with the wolves of Tartok and their ways were not completely forgotten.
 
The brown she-wolf closer to him was keen to dismiss the notion – Constantine, offering a derisive snort, lifted himself higher then, boasting a display of dominance to the white creature as his lips would curl back to reveal fangs. “Leave,” she decided then – and if she chose to continue with her strange ways, the ebony wolf would initiate an attack.
 
He didn’t consider such a thing unreasonable, given the looks of her, and what was clearly a sanity issue.