Do you want some popcorn to go with that?

White hackles stood on end as the big coaled male growled in defense to his own Snarl; The silver boy bared his pearled fangs to show the superiority he had earned in the short time he had been with the pack. He had seen the Mayhem before lonely lurking the woods, and he had also been there in the meeting where Cara took the throne, but he was a stranger to the silver yearling. Keith had nothing against him, but he had awaken him in a rather rude manner, and he was a bit moody to top it off.

"Your name." he demanded with a more passive growl as he stood up with his tail held high. He'd rather not have a confrontation with the beast so he'd keep things cool. There was someone he knew who reacted explosively to his actions and he didn't want it to be repeated, one scar was far too much for the handsome boy to bear.