Whitefish River I'm So Fancy

A questioning expression passed over his features, regarding the female coolly as she divulged her plans to lead a pack in the local area.
He wasn't entirely impressed with the self proclaimed alpha that stood before him, a look of wry amusement on his face as he spoke his next. "I see, so I've stumbled across Mara the soon to be alpha." moving a few steps toward the small creature he looked over her.

He took in the diminutive stature, the scarring evident on her face mixed in with her apparently recent battle scars held his attention for a few moments longer. "So, who follows the soon to be alpha, and why here?" he asked sweetly. Curiosity had once again gotten the better of him, his endeavour to learn everything he could pushing aside courtesy, and even respect. Though so far Mara had done nothing to warrant respect from him.