"Oh, that's nice. You must have travelled quite a lot, then." Seth whispered more to himself than to the other, feeling sightly less tense. He wasn't naive enough to believe that Fangs would simply going to allow a stranger shifter pass through their territory, as they barely allowed humans to do so, but at least that meant he probably wasn't willing to fight. Nevertheless, his curiosity was picked for another entirely different reason. He had never really wandered far from this town, from his pack. And he had always wanted to know how it was on other places. How different or how similar it was. But he kept this to himself, and continued, louder this time. "Well, then, let's be glad I was the first one to find you."<br/><br/>Seth frowned at the other's sudden tenseness, and his eyes widened briefly as he picked up the new scents. This time, he didn't restrain his actions. His head turned to the street, glaring at the two figures that had appeared there, baring his teeth slightly as a menacing growl escaped through his lips, his whole body tense and ready to snap.<br/><br/>Night Fangs. The pack had sent soldiers to greet the new shifter in town, which mean they had been expecting a fight. Seth recognized their faces and their smells, shifters much older than himself, that had been present on the battle that had taken his parents' lives. They weren't Alphas, though, and Seth knew they would not pick up a fight in a neutral area. Neither would be so stupid as to blatantly disrespect both packs by doing so. However, he also knew that the moment they stepped into a Fangs' territory, it would be fair game. And the probability that Warren was staying in their territory was quite high, as most visitors did.<br/><br/>One of the shifters, Gabriel, if he remembered the name correctly, raised his head, locking eyes with him through the glass and smiled, mockingly, stretching the scar over his mouth. The growl in Seth's throat grew, and he maintained the eye contact as both the other shifters slowly made their way inside.