Devil's Advocate

His gaze tracked over the bright red wolf that answered his call, and one side of his mouth quirked up in a sardonic grin. "What do I find boring? So far, old men who are only alpha because no one cared enough to take their pack away from them. Not usually fellows as big and red as you, though who knows, you might be an exception." He gave the guy a leisurely study. A fighter, well enough, despite the frippery around his neck. Of a size with Chaos himself which was unusual, and built along heavier lines than the balanced build Chaos had inherited from his father. Not nearly so handsome as Chaos if he did say so himself. No markings at all, no major surprises there, past the color, and after Artemis and her sister there wasn't much startling to him in coloration though Iskra's red was much less... flamboyant. "Name's Chaos Saxe, boss over the crew in Fenrir's Maw." A curious tilt to his head, eyes glinting impishly. "So which one was it then, your mom or your dad?" His grin widened perceptively. "That fucked a cardinal, I mean."