Blacktail Deer Plateau Callous be his mind, but there are razor blades for that.

"Asilas, dude." Turning his face back to front, he stopped the walk, restraining the inner turmoil in himself to just kill his packmate and explain some kind of lie to Kavik later. 

"If you mean to make it in pack life, you will need something much more than 'Sorry'." Turning to face the new blood, the Demon chose his words extremely carefully. "I am not good in social ...things. If I hurt your feelings, it isn't purposefully."

Biting the rest of the sinister things that rose as bile would in his throat, he swallowed and kept silent the seconds needed to difuse these kinds of things. "Tell me of yourself, Krarius."  He sat on a dark navy rear to show some sort of comraderie, ears betraying his attempt to seem interested as they flipped to front his back.