Douko was eyeing the little prince when he picked up his snake. He had no magical abilities of his own, other than the power of the wolf. Werewolves were generally wary of magic, having no abilities themselves and therefore a weakness to the magic users of the world. When the purple light began to glow all eyes shifted to Red, Douko glanced around at the other wolves, their arms tense and jaws set. Was the prince trying to get himself killed? The girl in the yellow dress eyed him curiously, the tense aura that seemed to fill the plane did not include her. If anything, she was curious.<br/><br/>Her features were almost delicate, unlike the other women on the plane. She lacked their muscle, size and even aura of intimidation. Long brown hair flowed around her shoulders, blue eyes were set over a small pointy nose. When the purple magic disappeared she turned back down to her book.<br/><br/>Douko kept an eye on the wolves in the plane, all watching the prince closely now. His head leaned back against the seat as he took another drink. The stewardess came back with his water and briefly handed it to him before taking her leave. Douko gazed at Red, taking in his delicate features as he watched the clouds wisp by. He took in the shape of his nose, the curve of his lips, how his hair fell over his forehead. He was an attractive individual if he was being objective. Not his type, but attractive none the less.<br/><br/>The plane continued its flight, the silence on the aircraft stretching the few hours into what felt like months. The tension and awkwardness could be cut with a knife. The plane finally descended and touched down, a bit roughly. Douko rose, after having several rum and cokes during the flight. The plane door was opened and he went to the exit, glancing at Red as he passed him. He quickly shot him an evil smirk before he exited the plane.<br/><br/>Outside the air was cooler, the smell of soil and trees made the atmosphere feel fresh. The runway in which the plane landed was not at all like that of the humans. It was just a dirt clearing, filed in among a large dense forest. Massive trees filled the skyline, some with trunks the side of three men standing side by side. Douko walked down the steps that had been provided onto the hardened dirt road. A row of cars waited for them several yards away. Douko waited at the bottom of the steps for his newly wed. His hands rested lazily in his trouser pockets as the sun beat down on his back, irritating him. The girl in yellow came down the stairs first, her body staying close yet behind Douko as he waited. The guards exited next, their bodies having roughly shoved past Red on their exit. They were home now, niceties were over.<br/><br/>The guards made their way to the cars without waiting for Douko or Red. The prince of the werewolves could handle himself against a single human boy. And if he couldn't, well then he was never meant to be king. Their world was different from the humans. Leaders fought tooth and nail for their roles and Douko's father was the alpha, king alpha if the human's needed a specific term. For there were other alphas, but his father controlled them all to maintain peace. Douko was in line to take his fathers spot, when he was ready to challenge him. Anyone could challenge the alpha, but the fight was to the death so rarely did anyone actually put their name forth.