Stretch it out

Incubus continued to study the ancient ruins with mild interest as the woman relinquished an answer. "I don't know, and I doubt we ever will." The Klein offered a firm nod, she had a point. They would likely never know the true histories of the lands. Unless a higher force were to reveal information or they knew where to find it. But, even then were they to trust a 'higher power' even their morals could be twisted and self-serving. Also, they were Wolves. Despite some having extraordinarily innovative minds when it came to crafting and what not, they were unable to comprehend much beyond their own Wolfish existence. "True."

As that single word was spoken a scent landed on Inc's tongue. With a twitch of his lip those mismatch eyes flicked towards the source. A white Wolf was readied in a mild defensive stance just some feet away. Incubus allowed his vicious gaze to rake over every visible inch of the stranger. Accessing the sight before him as if it was some sort of highly offensive statue. But, before Incubus could say anything the purple one ripped into him. Venomous tones swept from her inky lips with clear agitation. He considered her verbiage well said but he felt the need to contribute to this rather nonsensical but severely entertaining encounter.

As Incubus spoke he maintained unbroken eye contact with the other male, expressing dominance without true physical display. "You appear to be lost." A pause as his lips formed a small sneer. "Which is why I am deciding not to take your stance as an invitation to use your eye as a horn ornament." The thought made his lips flick into more of an amused grin then a sneer. Incubus did enjoy a good fight here and there but he wasn't one to go challenging everyone that stepped on his toes. Honestly, the male just wasn't interested walking around with copious amounts of wounds all the time. It sounded dreadful, to be honest.

At this point Incubus took a single step forward, still not breaking eye contact even if the stranger did. "Explain yourself or leave." If the strange white male wanted a fight he would get one, but selfishly Incubus would prefer the two options that didn't involve violence. His tummy was quietly rumbling in anticipation for his meal and a fight would probably destroy his appetite with the sheer amount of adrenaline that would soar through his veins.