Redhawk Caldera god karen, you can't just ask people why they're white

Jaws nodded to the female. Keeping busy had become his therapy as the coywolf still was unsure about a pack lifestyle after having lived alone for so long. Fortunately for him, his perceptive mind had been keeping him out of trouble and in his Alpha's good graces. For how etiquettely challenged he could be, he had managed to curb his jest and forwardness enough to be decently mannered. But while hunting more frequently and watching the borders had come naturally, Jaws found it sometimes stressful to have to carefully reign himself in.

"Didn't bother me much," Jaws answered simply. As he was not involved in any of the drama the whole thing was no more than a bit of his time, of which he had plenty. He knew the black female had been uncomfortable there, her packmates displeased with her despite her seemingly best efforts, but he did not know how desperately she needed approval. "But I guess you would have rathered stick your nose in a wasps' nest, hm?"