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He'd only just now come into contact with the mouthy wolf in his own pack, and already he wanted to slaughter him. They seemed to be around the same age, so how had that mouth of his not killed him by now? Not only was he treating this like a joke, but he was practically handing these wolves information. Why tell them Arbiter wasn't here? They hadn't asked yet, and Alexandre was not a fan of doling out info without it being necessary. Plus the flirting - why was he attempting to woo these wolves? 

The leader - the male on the other side - seemed at least partway reasonable, but damn if Ale approved of shows of force as intimidation. In his opinion, it showed a lack of intelligence, coming into a situation with an ultimatum and an unwillingness to compromise. 

Before Ale could try and talk with the male from the other pack (or chew the one on his own pack out,) Warlock showed up. And boy, did the kid have a lot to say. Well... so much for avoiding conflict. But at least the kid had shown some passion and ferocity. It lit a fire in Alexandre's own chest, and a wry smirk crossed his maw as he regarded the intruders. 

"You heard the man," he announced, fur bristling along his spine as he tensed, wiry muscles coiled and prepared to lunge should it come to blows. "I'd suggest you all move on back to wherever you came from. This land's taken."