When the Hammer Falls

The female staring at him didn't go unnoticed. While sometimes he appreciated the attention, as much as he feigned annoyance over it, something about the way she was looking at him was less than pleasant - and he didn't appreciate the scrutinizing. Kai was already in a foul mood and she wasn't helping things. He wrinkled his nose, finally swinging his head toward Bellamy and glaring in response. "You got a fucking problem with me?" He sneered under his breath, only loud enough for her to hear - and anyone else who happened to be lingering near the fringes of the gathering.

But Acere spoke up before long, once everyone had trickled in, and he begrudgingly pulled his attention away from the female that he was suddenly envisioning pummeling, toward Winterfell's alpha. Most of what he said was irrelevant to him - introducing some kids and announcing rules and berating the pack for not pulling their weight. He fought the urge to gag. Some stuff about raiding almost caught his interest, almost, but he was only fully attentive when Acere spoke to him directly. He'd help participate and then he'd be free to go, which... truthfully didn't sound like the worst idea. Watching how packs operated, despite his own innate abhorrence of them, was morbidly fascinating.

After this little stay in Winterfell, though, he had a feeling he'd be steering clear of packs for an extended period of time. "Deal," he answered finally, gruffly, far from impressed with his situation but at least now he was acknowledging it. Maybe getting his paws dirty would do him some good; it'd been awhile since he'd properly scuffled with someone, and based on Acere's words it sounded like they'd be raiding a pack they were friendly with? At the very least it sounded like a royal shit show, and that was something Kai could get down with observing.