The pub was silent as everyone studied the newcomer. The smell of a Bitten hung in the air and trailed after the male as he went towards the bar. Most of the crowd here had heard the rumors. The rumors that a Bitten had tried to hit on an alpha pure bred female and that the female seemed to be returning the advances. This just wouldn't do in their opinion. Alpha females were hard to come by and since their line depended upon breeding with other pure breds, they didn't want to lose a female to someone who couldn't even really pass on their ability to generations way off into the future.<br/><br/>No one said a word as the bar tender gave the Bitten his drink. No one moves a muscle as he took a sip. No one dared cough for a few seconds afterwards either. Finally, a brash young pure bred got up and swaggered over to lean against the bar beside Brian. "Whacha doin' here Bitten?" His words came off slurred and clipped. It was obviously this young wolf had had one too many drinks, but no one in the pub moved to shush him. Or even to apologize. They wanted a Bitten's blood and this one would do just fine. They wouldn't kill him. That wouldn't get the message across, but they will leave him pretty beaten.<br/><br/>While the young one stared at Brian, another patron moved to the door to block that exit. He wouldn't be getting out of here so quickly. Sure, there was still a back exit, but that was through the kitchen which was just behind the bar. That route wasn't gonna be a quick escape and so no one bothered to cover it. After all, they were fairly sure he wasn't that fast.