Cruisin' for a Bruisin'

Ares had been unusually quiet as of late, though it was likely attributed to the events that had happened back home. Plus, he knew Valdis' skills as a warrior and he didn't quite feel like getting bitten if he got too talkative or annoyed her. The thought of her lashing out because he was too annoying greatly amused him, but he stifled his laughter and instead looked towards their surroundings. She looked tired, but he wasn't. She looked about ready to settle down and he would gladly (and quietly) stand guard while she rested if she wanted, only...neither would get the opportunity. Someone appeared and approached them, claiming these lands belonged to Abaven. He scoffed. This brat didn't know who she was dealing with, did she? He didn't care that Abaven was forced to relocate. Didn't particularly care that this was...wait...He narrowed his eyes at the girl, noting she was not only younger than him, but she had the trademark eye dots of his kin. And she held herself the way an alpha would.

Okay...he couldn't help himself now.

After Valdis made herself clear, Ares couldn't help but laugh at the Abaven girl, a deep, baritone laugh. "Don't tell me they put a baby in charge! You're one'a Rhyme's kids aren't ya?" He looked her over with a wrinkle of his nose, "Yep, definitely Rhyme's. What's my uncle up to nowadays eh? Still fucking his family?" He sneered. His words were a jab of course. But in more ways than one. Ares heard Rhyme had fucked his own cousin. And the other way he meant it was fucking over the Imperialis side of the family. He then took on a bored sort of look as he cocked his head lazily to the side. "We ain't gonna listen to an inbred baby. So as my pack mate said, we'll leave when we're done here." Might his words provoke a fight? He was 10000% sure they would. Did he care at all? Nope. Not a drop of care in his system.