[Pack claim]Can't break our spirit so easy

There was no potential drama that Wendigo wasn't willing to poke his nose into for the notoriety it would bring - bad publicity was still publicity, after all, so when he heard some little voice calling out to claim a fallen pack, he'd lazily rolled to his paws and set out to see what was going to come of it. He was still yawning sleepily when he came upon the group, and half-lidded eyes scanned over them. Not all the would-be alpha's wolves, for sure, as several of them already stunk of unrelated pack-scents. Disappointingly, he didn't recognize a single wolf there, so he had to flop himself down alone. There was a peculiar tension between the two packs represented there, though, that made his mouth open in a tongue-lolling grin and tap his metal claws on the ground in anticipation. Ooo maybe one of them would attack the other? Well, even if they had the self control to deny him entertainment, maybe they'd get lucky and someone would show up to challenge the shrimpy, brightly colored little bitch for the pack spot. "Are you even old enough for a pack, kiddo?" he called out laughingly. "Or is your momma going to come looking for you and ruin our fun?"