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The female speaks as if he should’ve known all along and maybe he should have. He did mark the edges of the forest he now calls his territory for his future pack. Though, as she continues, he has to admit he is only a little surprised. He can tell a snooty, privileged attitude when he sees one and she gives off those exact vibes. Still he listens intently, raising his brows curiously when she says that she is reclaiming her title.

“Well you’re not wrong. What is a leader if they have no followers.” He offers, a mysteriously, devilish smirk forming on his maw. Then he steps closer to her, his paws thumb quietly on the grass and dirt below as he lowers his head and walks to the right of her. At this point he’s only about three feet away from her as he circles her from the back and comes to place himself adjacent to her on the other side. “We could be somewhat similar.” He hums basically in her ear. “What’s in it for me, dear? I’m not easy to keep in check.” He taunts deviously back.