Hati's ears pinned back at the ghostly alpha's words, a snarl creasing his muzzle and baring his fangs. Fury roiled through his chest, molten, fighting to break free. He had always hated more than anything being taunted and belittled, to not only given less than his due but also being made the butt of a joke.
"My brain works just fine," he snapped irritably. "Only thing I'm not getting is what makes you think you're so hot. What's so great about your pack, then? Why the hell's everyone in this damned place so scared of the big bad Glaciem?"
All he'd heard since he'd gotten to this place was "blah blah blah, Glaciem wolves are evil, blah blah." Not that he'd spoken directly to anyone - why the hell would he? - but that had been the general impression he'd gotten. And it was stupid. Hell, look at this pale pink-eyed freak they'd sent to confront him, all alone. Weak. He'd seen nothing to convince him that this wolf, or the pack he represented, were worth Hati's time. His golden eyes wandered back to the path he'd been traveling, considering just moving on and seeing what the wolf did.
"Speech"
Hati isn't nice. He swears, he is violent, and is more than a little insane. If you can't handle what might come of that don't thread with him.