Mr. Wall Street

Well this was a disappointment all around. Though Chaos didn't allow his smile to fade, he fought the urge to yawn in the older male's face. Man, how did Raba put up with all this stodgy formality and... and... diplomacy! Shudder. "Oh you don't need to concern yourself with my Crew's health," he told the other alpha through his false smile. "Every one of us is healthy and strong enough to hold the borders, no problem. No need to ask." Fuck, he needed to get some air. Just being here felt like being laced into a straightjacket - you could practically smell the Goodness and Light oozing out of the borders. "Yeah I think that about sums it up don't you?" He didn't wait for an answer, immediately turning with a splash of water and a sassy flick of his tail to trot away. "Good luck with that staying healthy thing!" he called over his shoulder without pausing. No wonder his dad had never really gone in for the whole visiting-other-alphas thing. Well, he'd finish out his circuit of all the packs, just to say he'd done it and to get a read on the different alphas (and maybe get the opportunity to tweak a few noses just for funsies) but he'd be damned if he did another meet-and-greet in the future.

-exit Chaos-