Warren finished his last bite of steak as the male, Marc he was named, decided to be aggressive. He snorted but said not a word as he looked up at the other and Seth. The one continued his rant un heedful of the deadliness of Warrens demeanor. Not a single trace of emotion in his beastly eyes. it seemed every town was the same after all. Nothing but petty political power plays.<br/><br/>He stayed silent, letting the two males bicker. He had no desire to join any pack. Yet the threats made, by this 'Gabriel', against the town itself, innocents..... Every fiber of his bloodline and military trading screamed to put him down. To eliminate the threat he posed to the defenseless humans and few supernatuarl citezens of the small city. His whole body was like iron as the wolf touched him. He rose as the two left, his hands balled tightly into fists.<br/><br/>Yet he couldnt harm them here of all places. He glanced down at Seth as he spoke.<br/>"These 'Fangs' are a rival pack then? One that you struggle with?..... They made their choice the moment they saw us. There will be trouble no matter what we do..... So i proose we leave and warn your pack now....." His voice was gruff, almost commanding, a bit of his military background easily seen now as he stood tall and held himself in a wary but loose pose. He didnt care if his tone ruffled Seths feathers. Only the threat just given mattered. He bent and retrieved his duffle bag and backpack from beneath the table without another word.