Blackfeather Woods Do you think it's to late for me?

He hesitated at the female's threat. Two against one was an issue, and the odds weren't necessarily in his favor. "Don't get cocky." Nix's voice echoed in his mind. "Pick a fight you know you can win."  He growled to himself, unhappy that his old mentour apparently still lingered in his mind. Deciding to change tactics he smoothed his features, setting a sly grin on his scarred muzzle. "These scents are old, boy. So either your Alpha isn't very good at his job...or this land is up for grabs." He shot a pointed look at the young male. "In which case, you won't mind if your alpha and I have a little...chat."