"Yes. I don't think you're scared of me, though." he smiled. "You never know," he replied in his lightly accented voice but truthfully he wasn't scared of any wolf here. He doubted he had actually been scared of anyone before, scared for someone, yes but never scared of someone. After all you had to actually care to be scared and the welsh prince never actually cared about other stuff.
"What do you think of my King of the Creek?" he nearly laughed at that but because of the faint respect (respect only given because of her rank) he held for her, he didn't laugh instead shook his head briefly. “Brenin huh?" he tilted his head to look at the yearling. "Is he the Alpha beside you?" he asked because to him only the ultimate leader was king, the Beta was just the second in command. He knew Scimitar wasn't the Alpha but he felt the need to ask. He was a prince, an adopted son of the king and one of the best warriors.
"I assume you're talking about Scimitar?" he said. "He's alright I guess."