two types of clever

The larger female replied to him with a sassy remark, 'Who am I' he thought 'I am Kreft of the land of loners.' She fixed her gaze on him invading his space, she narrowed her eyes. The woman looked ready to spring on him, he loved the thrill of chaos. The female was much more bigger than him, but if it came to it he could handle her. He didn't love being in fights he preferred to cause them and break other wolves down through their emotions, although fighting was his next favorite thing. His stance changed to where his tail was tucked between his legs and his legs were spread out to balance his weight, he dug his claws into the soft earth and braced himself. If a fight was going to happen he would be ready. He realized he hadn't even replied to the wolf so he said the most simple words he could think of "The name is Kreft, and who might you be?" as he said these words a small evil twinkle entered his eye. Looking at the female he thought  'you will learn my friend, you will learn the hard way.'