Joshua and Jericho

Archon waited until the unassuming alpha came into view. He was big, but not overall nearly as large as most wolves Archon had grown accustomed to. He had nearly forgotten that the pack wolves like the ones he had met in Abaven tended to be much smaller than his own family. More notable than the monochromatic was his companion... two companions? Archon noted the bird overhead along with the snake. Maybe the snake was just waiting until it was large enough or its wolf companion was weak enough to eat him- who knew. He doubted most wolves and their companions shared the strong and sacred bond he and Obi shared.

The alpha male seemed to attempt to offset his short comings- of which Archon noted to be around 6 inches in some wolfen unit or another- with an eager stature and loud voice earning him one thought from the Godly man: Unpleasant. Archon kept his face slick, resisting both the urge to smirk down at the alpha or to scrunch his face at the pleasantries.

He barked a command and Archon let out a small breath. Pack wolves were always like this, weren't they?

"Simply put," he said, speaking slowly in hopes that the mortal could follow without offense. "I would like to know how attached you are to this land."

He let the words roll off his tongue and hang in the air for a moment, his own stature mirroring the confidence of the alpha. Alphaship held no power over a mere loner, did it?

"Because if you are any less than completely attached to it, I have the mind to ask you to abandon it."

Did he expect the alpha to agree and move? No. But at least he could try to be cordial.