Phantom Hollow It's been a little cold and not outside

At this point he was never sure if he should be incredulous at the fact nobody seemed to believe him about the whole pack thing.  Seriously. But he'd certainly take confusion over the utter disrespect that seemed more common.  Still, it wasn't like he was flipping out or anything about it, just pretty matter-of-fact.  Well, yeah.  That's where I'm making my pack. -- Some of the packs in the area keep being complete twits about it, they must think a new pack appears out of nowhere with like fifteen people already or something, and if you don't have some huge obligatory group, you don't get to claim anything ever. Eye. Roll.  Seriously, they must have forgotten how their packs started.  It starts with one person, then they ask someone else, repeat.  He dismissed that expression and went back to listening to her.

His ears tipped back slightly for a moment. That's a sort of familiar feeling.  Sort of.  Except he was always very direct with his hatred.  He had a very distinct breaking point when it came to Elysium. Was she there yet?  Was it similar to Cam?  Either way, he didn't seem too keen to share either, but he did have a bit of a warning, Look, whatever you plan...  If you're gonna keep wandering this way, I'd be careful.  I've run into some pretty sketchy wolves recently.  Maybe they've just gone nuts because the earthquakes or lack of food, they just plain hate me, or whatever, but they certainly weren't live and let live types.  The Nightwalker weirdos especially.  He wasn't keen on figuring out where their pack was.