Aleron was about to take a sip of his drink after getting it before his upper arm was abruptly grabbed and he jumped nearly a foot on reflex but managed not to spill anything, quickly looking to Jaron while his heart was practically thumping and rocketing not so much from fear as he'd simply been taken by surprise during this time. A soft, guttural growl came from his throat, just barely audible while he moved to yank his arm away from Jaron's grip, casting a glare the man's way. He wouldn't give in that easily- Not yet at least when he was bent on showing he didn't want to be there.<br/><br/>"Don't you dare touch me, or talk to me that way." He spat right back, trying to add as much venom to his voice as he could while glaring at Jaron just the same with slightly narrowed eyes, ready to pry the guy's hand away if he had to- Or at least he'd try to. Of course he was strong- But who knew if he was stronger than Jaron or not. Frankly he didn't care for any leadership in what so called relationship he'd have to go through- He just knew that he wasn't going to just roll over onto his back like a trained dog.<br/><br/>And it was hard not to get even angrier- For a wolf's rage and anger was something they fed off of frequently, and sometimes even relied upon during fights, boosting their strengths in obvious manners.