Golden Glade Half way on a slow move

The more he looked at this guy the stranger he became. The man was definitely not all wolf- something his father would have certainly hated immediately. Abaddon on the other hand was curious. The droopy-er face than the usual tightness of that of a wolf was endearing, almost. Like an ugly child one would soon grow to love. 

Eyes washed over the brute as he stood up, scrutinizing everything he saw. Despite the size difference, he was completely unphased by it all. Again, his father was just as large, it was nothing new really. The colours however were something that he was mostly eyeing, trying to figure out and piece together what kind of creature this was. Pale with golden eyes, goes by the name of Nyra. he was quick to answer, to throw the pale beast under the hypothetical bus. 

She doesn't seem to take rejection very well. He shrugged casually as if any of this would get to her eventually. Are all of you so short tempered? Mainly this one? How many in this pack could he poke and prod until not only were the beaches too dangerous for him to tread but here too in the South-West.