- Cheap trick, I'll add, but I deserve it." He couldn't actually believe he felt a laugh rise up, any previous aggression melting away before he chased after Quinton back towards the pack.

To set the world down and play.. Quinton really was a strange man, but Dillon could appreciate that much. Appreciate a lesson and construct he fell out of touch with a long time ago. "Really, you are a weird bunch." He smirked. "Well, alright then. -

- don't know. I don't just want strength, the true strength of a wolf is its pack, after all. But if you rip me to shreds now, that won't happen."

- jaw clenched. Every part of him wanted to use the opportunity to do something far more graphic, but he thought better of it, genuinely interested in the possibility of a pack being created. Sighing deeply, he finally took Quinton's hand. "I can't hate someone I -

Dillon scoffed, rolling his eyes. He wasn't prepared for Quinton's next words showing he cared. Not in the least bit. He stared at Quinton incredulously, running his words through his mind to make sure he processed them correctly as he stared at the offered hand, his -

- a weakness. "We aren't a real pack, you're just playing pretend. We're all out of touch with what that even feels like, so why are you so determined?"

"Rather be a dead wolf than to put my life in the hands of this pathetic excuse of a pack." He spat. He refused to show any sign of weakness, whether it's the physical pain or whatever internal turmoil this was bringing about, not realizing this was -

- in a pack for a long, long time. "Will you quit yapping?" He was very determined to chase him again, letting his anger get the best of him.

It's clear to see Dillon hatred every word spoken, his teeth were still barred, his ears forward and hackles raised. Every tell tale sign his body language displayed was aggressive. "Well here I am, still alive, so that's false." He hated every word because it was true. He hadn't been -

- than them." Dillon
at least had the wherewithal to chase him into one of the other bigger wolves.

- two younger wolves. They could be pushed over, but he'd be harder to move out of the way. "Happy?"

him, calling his name out as she stops the playing to run up to meet him in a near tackle, on her hind legs and giving him a hug. He catches her easily, barely even budging and pets her head. "You weren't kidding about a wolf party."