Mr. Wall Street

The wolf that showed on the border was probably twice Chaos' age, and with the arrogance of youth Chaos glanced him over and promptly categorized him as "old". Past his prime. Over the hill. Chaos' returning grin, while also friendly, held a hint of predator in it. Oh he'd play nice. Raba had made a deal with this pack and while he didn't know the extent of it Chaos was certainly willing to see about following through with it, but he was far from a play-it-safe lapdog like so many. He could not help seeing the potential for a great deal of fun to be had...

"Chaos Saxe," he returned smoothly, though the mischievous glint in his eyes probably gave a hint of his thoughts. He shifted his paws on the wet ground. If it weren't for the added humidity from the water it might have actually been an ok place in a normal summer, being able to cool off and all. Not something his Crew would have to worry about when they could just escape the heat in a higher altitude. "Raba - Karabela passed Ivory Ridge to me just a while ago. It's my Crew now." Some internal shift had prompted him to correct himself to Raba's formal name. Somehow it seemed more right to him, not wanting to share that connection with this stranger. He'd have done the same for Vana, too, and he actually liked Raba.

He tilted his head at the older male. "I'd been told you had an agreement with Ivory Ridge under her. You'd been interested in a joint pack gathering?"