Mr. Wall Street

"We do encourage self-improvement in my Crew, so we'd definitely like to keep it on the table for the future," Chaos replied to the elder, instead of admitting that right now the pack was entirely too small to bother with a joint training. Who did they even have to do either of those things? Sure, they had several who were trained hunters, but only Kassander who had anything to do with healing yet. But it wouldn't do to give another pack the hint that his pack may not be up to full strength. Though he had no doubt of his wolves' ability to throw off a raid, it was best not to invite that sort of attention just yet. "When my wolves have settled in more and the other packs know that trying to mess with us when we're off meeting you would end very badly for them." The smile he flashed was even more predatory than his first. "I wouldn't want to come back from a hunt to clean up a mess because some idiot tried our borders and got their asses handed to them by our border patrols."He eyed the other alpha blandly, hardly even a bare hint of his mischief reflected by his face. Clearly he was perfectly innocent, how could you ever suspect otherwise? Look at that puppy face. Clearly he could do no wrong. "How has your pack been managing lately, by the way? All clear on your borders and everyone healthy?"