Stavanger Bay breaking in

The female he was facing did not seem very taken aback by Charon's fearless assault. As a matter of fact, she looked more cheerful than anything else, which only fueled Charon's anger. He wanted her to leave the pack territories, and leave his poor brother be. Charon bared his teeth at the female, but was distracted when Levi pushed him. Caught off-guard by the movement from his brother's side, Charon nearly lost his balance and toppled over. He glared at his brother, who looked at him imploringly, and then looked back at the female as she talked to him as though he was a baby. He was pretty sure that adults didn't just compliment each other when they were being intimidated; they'd actually be intimidated instead.

Realising that his show of strength hadn't intimidated the female at all, Charon straightened his posture dominantly but stopped with the teeth-baring and fur-bristling. "'m strong!" he objected when she told him he was a good protector, as though giving one last ditch effort to try and make her see that he was dangerous enough to fear repercussions from if she wouldn't do as he said.

Levi remained silent as always through all of it. Charon looked at his brother when the female had stopped talking. Then he looked at the female and said, "No I won't, he can go where he wants! Stop tellin'm what to do!" It wasn't true, of course, but Charon wasn't about to let a stranger who didn't smell like any wolf he had smelled before come over here and tell him or his brother what to do. Charon stretched out his neck to sniff the female's fur and wrinkled his nose. "You smell funny," he commented, because he hadn't met a wolf that didn't smell like Stavanger Bay and Ragnar or Thistle before.