Hideaway Strath If it wasn't for bad luck...

He doesn’t take her body language offensively in the slightest, rather he’s quite unbothered but it all together. Instead he jokingly scoffs when she describes his name as noble. He almost wants to choke at the thought of his name being noble. He’s been a savage murder his entire life and previous pack followed suit, as well as his mother and father, he is anything but noble.

So he shakes his head side to side. “No, no, no it’s not noble at all.” He says with a light smile and a flutters of eyes. “I’ve done too many bad things for it to be so.” It’s a large step in this fresh relationship between the two. An opportunity to see exactly what type of wolf she is. 

Yet he continues. “On another note,” a quick change in subject. “My pack and I have just moved here; we are claiming these lands. You’re welcome to come have dinner with me tonight if you so please?” The brindled male stretches his maw into a charming smile, an offer for a hunt.