James was born into the pack. He had known from about the age of thirteen that he would someday lead his pack. He just hadn't expected that day to come so soon. He had to escape, for a little bit at least, all the people that wanted to make sure his title of Alpha would go unchallenged, and few that would steal the title as soon as he let's his guard down. That raised the question of if she hadn't known he was a wolf when he walked in, why was she talking to him now? She's a little bit bossy he thinks to himself when asks, more demands, his name. "James," he says simply, shaking her delicate looking hand with his own sturdy looking one. He notes the bracelet on her wrist, and doesn't think too much on it. Women wear jewelry all the time. "And what brings you here, Kenya?" Turn about is, after all, fair play.<br/>He knows better than to think that she couldn't do damage. After all, generally speaking, female wolves tend to be quite a bit more feisty than their male counter parts.