Saint Bernard

It wasn't long before the scent of a pack wolf flooded Alaric's nostrils, his eyes shined with annoyance. He heard the growl emitting from behind him and his head turned to face the stranger wolf. His hellfire eyes narrowed skeptically. Who was this wolf to appear dominant towards him just because he stepped over some grass covered in piss? Alaric nearly scoffed right in his face at the idea. Packs, wolves who thought they had authority over him, it was all things he loathed. He thought packs were restrictive and useless, for the weak to gather in groups to appear strong. Prideful, Alaric was definitely prideful. "Actually, we were just about to take our leave." He rumbled back with a low growl, locking eyes with the larger male as he turned to face him directly. His hackles rose slightly along his spine. Immediately, the two cane corsos picked up on the tension between the two wolves. Cinder dropped the now dead rabbit and joined at Alaric's side, followed by Maul. "That is, unless you plan on stopping us." He challenged, his black lips curling back into a snarl. Alaric was a smart man, he knew he withhold his sharp tongue til after the dust settled. But boy, was he already preparing some scathing words the spit at this male should this confrontation be over.