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He didn't appear to be making the best of first impressions, but there was hardly any reason - in his mind - that the man across the river should be so terse. It wasn't often that an entire body of water was claimed for a single pack, and even so, it wasn't as if he was on the same side as Basilisk, he was yards away! Still, he knew a mistake when he made one and would have to learn to hold his tongue in case this Monarch and his pack had any sort of benefits in store for him. 'It is not empty,' came the quipping of the man's tongue, and Balderdash's jaws tightened their vice grip on emptiness. 'But our home is open to like-minded wolves.' Ah, that was promising, though he wasn't certain just how like-minded he was with this man. 'Do you like to fight, Balderdash?' Blackened jaws parted and hung agape for a moment, curled up in a sly smile. "More than breathing," he commented with honesty. If there was one thing the hybrid knew how to do, it was fight.