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OMG. I just DIED reading the way Goliath speaks. LOVELOVELOVE


So the hulking male had come to fight. The way he spoke immediately puzzled Shrike, who might have snorted with laughter had he not had better restraint. He'd have to tell Sassafras of this later, the next time he saw her- this would have made her roll with laughter. This was the kind of wolf he could parody, or imitate just for the sake of making another wolf laugh. Was he serious? Was this seriously how he spoke? Obviously his body and muscles took up the majority of the oxygen he inhaled- because very little of it seemed to go to his brain. Maybe it was because the air was thinner up where his head was. Shrike nearly made himself laugh at that thought. He'd have to remember that one for later. 

Still, the thought of being crushed by some dumb wolf didn't appeal to him. Shrike wouldn't fight simply to satisfy this wolf. "You're from another pack. We've no issue with your pack. Leave. Don't jeopardize the peace." He said. The male had prepared himself to be attacked, but Shrike would not give in to temptation. It was a warning; Shrike did not intend to attack first, nor did he intend to start conflict between their packs. But should a wolf from another pack make the first move, at least the blame would not be on him. He would do everything he could to try and deflate the bulky male in front of him and send him on his way. "Crush loners," He then suggested, with an idle shrug of one shoulder.