I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones ("Challenge")

Enrico tilted his head slightly, studying the youth with a frown that he couldn't quite stop from forming. It wouldn't be the first time he'd encountered arrogance in a younger wolf. Some used it as a facade for deeper insecurities, some as a protection from those who would prey on the weak. Some came by it honestly enough through a pride in their own skill, some through pride in a bloodline. Looking at this male, Enrico was surprised to find he couldn't quite tell which he was. Like his strangely colored coat, he seemed a seething mixture of arrogances. Confidence and pride weren't negative by any means but by this boy's age he should have gotten that level of arrogance knocked out of him.

Looking at the size of the man, the way he held himself, Enrico admitted that he himself was probably not going to putting more than a temporary dent in the long-toothed male's ego. His expression didn't flicker at all, though. "I can't do that," he said calmly. "Even if I wanted to, and we both know that I do not. I promised my pack that I would protect from people like you, and I will do so to my last breath."