Alistair had been far from pleased as this meeting between the two Alpha's had been arranged, and behind his back which had made it worse. His brother Logan had taken up the role of Bata, and using his position to arrange all of this behind his bothers back. This meeting would have never been agreed upon if it was left up to the Alpha, he would just have said no and left the bloodshed to continue. Which is why his bother was the Bata, being the opposite often leading to fights and spats, but overall it works well. Although Logan does have a few scars from the pairs tangles, mainly one under his left eyes. at the time close to leaving him blind.<br/><br/>Leaving the main area of the pack just before sunrise, not wanting to arrive late. It was one thing to not want to attend in the first place, but another to give a bad impression of the pack. Regardless of who it was. However, he was not going to listen to advice on what to wear. However much his brother had nagged him.  Electing to wear a black pair of jeans, the bottoms frayed and torn. The shirt loose fitting, not showing off his muscles. Not cutting his hair for the occasion, as it is allowed to carry on blowing free as the wind takes it.<br/><br/>"You do know this is for the best Alpha?" Logan askes as the pair brake out of the tree line and the old decrepit church came into view. Its staple no longer grey stone, but green due to the vines growing up around it.  "No... I only see this ending badly Logan. Either we fight and the bloodshed gets worse. Or we change nothing." His voice condescending as he speaks to his younger brother. "You have just wasted my time as normal." But not allowing his bother to speak any further as he sees the pair which would be meeting them.<br/><br/>"Just be quiet, and let me speak." Not looking back as he enters the church first, in an attempt to show some dominance and no fear since he didn't send in his bata as almost a scouts beforehand.<br/><br/>"Nice to meet you, Alpha Alison." His voice, however, now showing such happiness in the words. His eyes looking over her body. "And much more beautiful then I have heard." His heart racing at her site, and his mind almost a scramble. Something which he had not experienced before. Maybe it was the feeling of hatred? but it didn't seem to suit that.