Warren shrugged at Seth's explanation on the Fangs. He honestly didn't care, only seeing them as the threat they were. He supposed Seth's pack simply didn't want to fight, or were not strong enough to outright win. Regardless of their reasons, a fight was brewing and he'd been the unwilling spark.<br/><br/>He quietly observed the paths Seth lead him on as they steadily moved towards pack territory. It was a sixth sense shifters shared. Being able to smell and fell when entering territory of another shifter or pack or pride. Different species had different names even though all shared the same basic political structures. He sighed and kept an eye on his surroundings as they entered the dark woods.<br/><br/>Something about the area, be it the primal feel, or dark musky shadows of nature, made him both comfortable and wary. As if it was home yet not..... It made him uncomfortable as a whole really. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Seth's continued words.<br/>"I take any threat seriously.... Especially from those like this Gabriel. He is a grave threat, his kind are known to destroy whole packs Seth. I've seen it before. They spread discontent, use manipulation and fear as weapons. He may not be an Alpha... But he need not be if he convinces those around him others are at fault for false mistake and transgressions. Do not underestimate him. He knew as soon as he insulted me I'd fight him if nothing else. I'm a means to an end, nothing more." He stopped his words as the scents of several wolves nearby invaded his senses. But what stopped him was the acrid scent of hate in their scents.