To condemn a man
When he sees the man in the distance he glares at him, the arrogance of the brute. Alpha or not, to flaunt ones power simply shows vanity and the young wolf would have curled his lips if he'd had any to curl. Lowering his rump until he was sitting the beast supposed there was no point continuing on his way as the other man had clearly spotted him, the shadowed fiend parted his jaws, ready to address the man when she arrived.
His left ear folded back toward his skull, the right a lump of scarred flesh fused to the top of his head. The skin of his ear scored the skin of his head, hot on cold. "Monsieur, Mademoiselle." He dips his head, rearing back until he is certain the shadows have fallen across him. Purple eyes eerily illuminated by the darkness around them. The bitch questions his purpose and the monster tilts his head, feels pressure rise across his spine. His eyes flick to somewhere to her left, not quite looking the Woman in the eye - he can't.
"Perhaps it is both I seek ma chère." With the addition of the other male his confidence is peeked, gaze not on her but not visible flitting away, this is a game he has played before - he is a master at it. Avoid the female, let her think he is more than he appears, hide in the darkness until you have lulled her enough that she will not run from you. Hide. "Perhaps I seek neither."
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