Star Gazer Pack

Ice-blue eyes as bright as stars. A thick and healthy coat, one that was littered with little-to-no wear or tear. The Alpha of this pack was no large one, and you gauged he must have been laid-back in the way he gleefully interacted with the pups frolicking about the main den. The mirth that was dancing in his eyes slowed as they grazed over your silhouette amongst the shadows lining the trees. Tybalt had long taken notice of your encroachment upon his grounds, but he made no haste to drive you away. 

He observes you thoroughly as you make your approach, and nudges the little ones to play elsewhere, chuckling in a cheerful treble as they scrambled out of the den with dizzying speed. The Alpha quirks a rather unbothered brow at you, and turns to amble towards one of the carcasses tucked neatly in the back. “...Eh? Ya need somethin’ or what?” His drawl is dry. Snarky. He smirks at you over his shoulder, but his arrogance does not meet the caution residing in his irises.