Wapun Meadow Bow down before the one you serve.

Revui had never really thought about the meanings of words. He didn't like words. Conversations were pointless when he'd much rather be acting, doing, rather than discussing. A waste of time. The stranger's question made him scowl; he felt as if he were being tricked, or maybe this was some kind of unnecessary test, to which he grunted: Our.. Bruin-witch. He is our Alpha. He spoke this without much inflection but the look on his face was grim, irritated.

Tired of this conversation (which by happenstance was longer than most he'd held), Revui lifted his lip in a flash of fangs, as if to warn the sickly man against further commentary. He would come back this way at the end of his patrol, and if this man remained here at that point, he'd take pleasure in tearing in to him - ill or not.

He began to prowl on, then. Nothing else said, but his ever-present frustration clearly having deepened after the exchange.