At the end of a line, far far away.

He comment caused a frown to reappear across his maw – what did she mean by that? Like them? Frustrated, the lanky hybrid curled his tail, bright gaze focused on her pale coat as he carefully selected his next choice of words. The comment had not been necessary, especially they had just gotten over another hurdle. A pointed ear flicked in annoyance as he shifted his weight, claws digging into the soft dirt beneath them. “I can assure you I am nothing like your parents,” he started, speaking through his teeth as his gaze did not waver from the pale female. “I don’t ask for much, just respect and for rules to be followed. Just as any Alpha would.” Styx Constantin didn’t understand how he, a gypsy by blood, could resemble anything remotely similar to strict. “I understand your parents may have been strict as Alpha’s, but do not associate me with them.” With that the boy nodded softly, almost to himself, as he waited for her response.