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

Chaos glanced around as wolves began to appear to his call. His lip lifted in a crooked grin, taking in all the faces. But Enrico's words wiped the grin away, his expression closing down into a cold, inscrutable mask. "People like me?" he repeated. "You don't even know me. You don't know who I am, or what I have planned for this pack. I've got nothing against you, old man. I've got nothing against your pack. This is just the way it worked out for all of us." He flicked his ears back and lashed his tail. "Let's just get this over with."

Let it not be said that Chaos didn't give him a sporting chance. The tall younger male backed off a handful of steps, giving him a bit of breathing room, and setting his defenses with a careless sort of confidence. Overhead, the owls began rasping calls and spread their wings, hopping along the branches in preparation for diving off them. "Leave the old man to me," he called lightly to the owls. "Let's make this a fair fight, eh?" They bobbed their heads, hissing.

Sporting chance or not, Chaos wasn't about to stand around waiting for someone else, so as soon as they had both set themselves, Chaos bounded forward to slam into the alpha with a snarl and flashing teeth.