Redhawk Caldera style of eye

Her initial words was news to him. He didn't think he'd ever passed scent markers like these that didn't delineate to a pack of some sort. But then again... he had not been alive for very long. "Naw," he said casually now, accenting this with a careless shrug. "I'm a trespasser too. Just, y'know, lettin' you know we're up shit-creek together."

Wood-brown eyes shifted to their surroundings. It was presently still just the two of them, and Snowl quickly forgot that he should probably making a quick exit. Besides, it interested him that this slightly younger female wasn't apart of this formation, yet smelled vaguely familiar when compared to the strong scents that enclosed it. "So wha'cha mean this isn't a real pack? This place up for grabs or what?—because I could totally be an Alpha right now. I'm super ready for all that ruling an' shit."