Kintla Flatlands Should've stayed at home...

Her reply smacked him across the nose and he grimmaced at her reply. Feeling something nasty rile up within him, the male pressed forward without another word, his eyes burning into his form as he advanced. He was a dangerous force to be reckoned with, especially with her heat scent revving his engines. He could not recognize the pack scent that she carried, nor did he particulary care, but he did take time to sample is and commit it to memory. 

Soon enough he was before her, a quiet growl rubling as she stood over her. He did not speak, instead he stood over her menincly as if attempting to intimidate the answer out of her.