"Watch your tongue, boy." Knut narrowed his eyes a bit at the larger wolf, though said nothing as he shook out his waterlogged fur. Gimli, on the other hand, took in a deep breath as he suppressed a retort. He wasn't in the mood to be scrutinized. He was tired, in pain, and wanted to get out of the water after his ordeal. But it didn't seem like the wolf that had found him had any intention of being kind enough to help. Just his luck. "Gimli Klein, and no, Venom is not my alpha. Last time we went around there, the pack seemed full to the brim and I doubt that's changed, so ah'm packless at the momen', "
He tried to recall where he'd seen this man before...something told him he had met him before, or at the very least, seen him around, but he couldn't remember his name. "Ye seem oddly familiar, big guy...ah've I seen ye before? Friend of my aunt Belle perhaps? If ye know Venom, asides from bein' neighbors, then I presume ye know the rest of me kin?" He was curious about the male, but also on guard. He couldn't exactly defend himself very well at the moment, though he'd still try if he had to. Did this guy mean to harm him? He was sure as hell threatening...and the dwarf wasn't sure why considering he wasn't exactly a threat at the moment. And it's not like he willingly showed up on the borders of the pack, but...fate had an odd way of doing things...
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