Dragoncrest Cliffs friendly, but not your friend.

He might have been more skeptical had he not known instantly that this was the workings of his sister; obsessed with the macabre, this was obviously her doing. He rolled his eyes and then squinted them when it was insinuated that there might be some likeness between the two. He huffed, insulted that he might draw that comparison as if it might rub some of her ghoulishness off on him to accept that there was a resemblance. 

"Get rid of it," He instructed. "We be not a 'pup gang,'" He sneered, incredulous that Sobeille would downgrade their pack's fine lineage and structure to such a thing. "An' you be not a pup. We be Sapphique. What makes you t'ink you would even fit in well 'ere?" He certainly wasn't keen on having another wolf in the pack that hoarded disgusting trinkets.