We'll ride the rails with our pistols drawn [Claiming]

The young male hadn't been particularly pleased when part of his family's old territory had been annexed by a new pack, but the pack hadn't been intrusive or nosy so he'd been cautiously inclined to accept the change. Now they'd broken up, or moved to a new land, he wasn't sure which, and a new wolf was calling out a claim.

Chaos frowned, a deep rumble of displeasure echoing in his chest. Just as he got used to one alpha around, now he had to worry about a completely new one, and who knew what sort of policies and whatever this new guy had? Well, he'd just go and see about that! Without a second thought the Saxe leapt to his paws and loped away with a single-minded determination. He had no intention of joining this pack, or any other for that matter - having grown up within Imperium as the youngest son of the greatest alpha this continent had known, he was not inclined to leave his parents and join up with some lesser pack. But he was grimly determined to assure himself that this new would-be alpha wouldn't be trying to push him and his family out of their home, either.

As he came within sight of the group gathering together, he very nearly stumbled over the prone form of a small, bright red female trying to hide in the brush. He had to awkwardly hop over her at the last second, and took a moment to pause and glower down at her with a faintly disapproving growl and a flash of his flat, long fangs. Now, he wasn't by nature an unfriendly wolf, but did she really have to hide like a snake in the grass? She was a hazard, and if he'd been a smaller wolf he might have broken his neck tripping over her. Only the fact that she was a ridiculous, attention-grabbing shade of red had warned him.

Continuing past her without a word, he insinuated himself into the group gathering around the male who'd called the pack. The young male was disconcerted, though, to find that even if he'd been a perfectly ordinary wolf he'd have stood out in this small gathering, since all three - four, counting the wolf in the bushes - who had answered the male's call were female, and at least two of them had rubbed their scent on him before Chaos had approached. He snorted sharply to clear his nose - geez, the air practically reeked of estrogen. It was as bad as being cooped up with his older sister when she was in a tizzy over some guy.

"Al'ight," he drawled in the lisp he hardly even noticed anymore, letting his gaze drift from the females to the guy who'd called his claim to begin with and fixing him with an intent stare. "You're hoping to be an alpha. What are you planning to do with your pack, exactly? I mean," he smirked, lips drawing taut over his fangs, "Athuming no one challengeth you for it."