Alan's eyes followed the she-wolf's gestures as she filled him in on the newcomers, giving them the once over. While he himself was simply curious, the wolf within had other ideas. His eyes locked on the white wolf as Aiden motioned to him, staring the massive creature down. Through the prison bars Alan had managed to trap his wolf within kept him from changing, the beast still managed to get its message through by means of his eyes. The message was clear, even if Alan was not entirely aware of it being sent;<span style="font-style: italic">'I may not be Alpha here, but cause trouble, I will -END- you!'</span>Judging by the warm & disarming smile Alan gave at the same time, one could see that he was definitely unaware of this warning he had just sent, nodding at the white wolf and then David. "Alan. Nice to meet you both." He greeted them, his tone of voice genuinely friendly. Glancing back down at the foot of laser-sharp steel in his hand, he gave it a casual stropping on both edges on his jeans.<span style="font-weight: bold">â€œBut, food should be done, since we don't want to trust Kakasha to cook for too long. Usual set up, Thomas gets first dibs and then we just pick as we want.â€</span><br/><br/>Alan had to restrain himself from throwing himself at the carcass when Aidan rang the proverbial dinner bell. It had been a small miracle that he had managed to wait this long without at least reaching out and picking at the meat like one would with the skin of the thanksgiving turkey. He was well versed in the pack's routine at meal time, and knew the drill without needing to be reminded by his pack-mate. After she had taken a few pieces for Thomas, Alan helped himself. Seizing a plate in one hand and his bowie in the other, he skewered some of the bloodier pieces. Though he took enough to satisfy his hunger, he made sure not to take more than his fair share. It wouldn't be fitting for him to be taking Alpha portions, now would it? Besides, there were new mouths than usual to feed this morning. Shaking the juicy cuts off of his knife and onto his plate, he sat back, folding his legs and placing the plate upon his lap. "Overcooked or not... this looks, and smells, fantastic Kakasha, thank you!" Smiling a grateful smile at this morning's chef, Alan dug in.<br/><br/>Falling into his usual silence, he looked about at the others settling in. Seravi sat herself down in her usual corner to eat, and he found himself wanting to try and convince her to join the group. This happened every time they ate, though, and he never managed to actually open his mouth and do so. He felt a little bad... as somebody who didn't always feel like a full fledged member of the group, Alan didn't like to see others excluded, even if it was by choice. Still, it was her choice, and trying to convince her otherwise might just irritate her. Heavens knew that if there was one member of the pack he never wanted to be on the bad side of, it was Seravi. He had no problem imagining her as a man eater at times. A small smile spread across his face as Thomas gave his food to the white wolf. That was why he liked Thomas... always looking out for everyone, just as a good leader should, and usually up-beat. All the more reason why the Alpha's grim response to David's question concerned him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"What the fuck happened to you. Have a roll in a pile of rusty needles and then go for a swim in cancer?"</span>David chimed in at Michelle, pulling Alan out of his reflections. Suppressing the laugh that threatened to burst from him at that comment was perhaps the hardest thing he had ever done in his entire life. All things considered, he did a remarkable job, and was able to effectively disguise the small chortle that did escape him as coughing. Staring down at his plate, he made himself busy with his food. Shaving slices off his serving with his knife, he watched the steel glide through the meat with such ease, thoughts of lightsabers came to mind. Lifting the cut to his lips, he ate it right off the blade. It was everything he had imagined it would be and more... the venison practically melted in his mouth. All of his worries seemed to wane in an instant... Amazing what a hot meal can do. Nostrils flaring, an unfamiliar scent filled Alan's nostrils, causing him to once again tighten his grip on his knife, looking to the cave entrance.