Haunted Wood Now we're climbing higher

Enough. Was his answer. Vengeance wasn't about to give away how many they were in his pack, the building blocks to what was soon to be - they were a small group for now, but this woman didn't need to know that and report it back to the pack she sought. They outnumbered her here and that as all she had to know. Even Alison had been watching, he was certain of it. 

Even if she was quieter, Vengeance didn't back down. Should this be a battle for land, he would gladly fight for what he had chosen to be their home. Sure there were plenty elsewhere to go around, but to back down to another small pack and leave peacefully to a new one elsewhere didn't seem to fit the image he was trying to build for the Nightwalkers.

They would stand and fight regardless of whoever else was trying to claim these woods. In fact... something clicked. Swallowing the earth beneath him, he crept closer to the red draped woman. She didn't seem interested in pledging allegiances to a new pack; she knew of their presence and would report back should she find that group of hers. Why would he let her go. 

With that thought, without warning, he lunged forward, barreling toward her with a jaw ready to rip and shred whatever he could grab onto. Unless she said anything that would interest him further, he was done with the diplomacy to a possible enemy to his throne.