Orion’s features hiked up, his eyebrow twitching some and the corner of his mouth showing his fang. Even if it was his fault, it took two to collide, and he was clearly the one carrying something. He would have argued this fact, if not for the fact that he was called out as werewolf so easily after that. Yellow eyes blinked in rapid succession. His features fell, and he stared a little harder at the strange wolf-like creature before him.

For ten years, Orion had been in this world. For ten years, he had been up and down the flowers running errands and exploring. In that time, he had learned many strange and fascinating things. The one standing before him he had seen before only in passing. He remembered how distinct that black fur was even at a distance. Klaus had called it something, but just what it was, he couldn’t remember now.

Even still, the threat earned a small growl in response. “I’m the one carrying something,” he answered lowly now. Straightening some, he was aware that he still didn’t meet this creature’s height. “And trust me, you could take me but not my pack.” There was a dry sort of matter of fact nature to that tone, as if he were completely aware that he could be taken down but had complete confidence that an entire group could not. “Now move it. I've got a delivery to make.” And with that, he started to walk again. Perhaps Yusaku would notice the tag on the package, however, was his own. Welp.

Orion whipped right on his heels as the package was pilfered from him. The side of his face had twisted up again in a low snarl. The block wasn’t appreciated either. Twisting his hand upwards, he formed a claw-like paw nails extended. “You want to start so—“ Orion stopped as Yusaku commented on the bow. “You expect me to believe you’re Yusaku Izumi?” he asked standing a bit taller and raising an eyebrow. What were the chances, really?

The question, however, had him frowning even more. “Klaus’s Fenrir pack,” he answered. “And I don’t know what the hell you want me to show— a driver’s license?” As standard as it may have been for certain werewolves, Orion wasn’t in that category per say. Never mind that he tended to refer to his old world’s technology even then, when cars and driving wasn’t exactly a thing there among the flowers with plenty of ways to travel and mounts to try.

Rookie? The muscles in Orion’s arms rippled under his skin. It was bad enough that his particular strain aged so fucking slowly that he had been jokingly called pup for a solid decade now, but being called a rookie was so much worse. Lips pressed together hard.

Yellow eyes flickered sideways to the scar that was produced and stared at it rather hard. Proof…. Yellow eyes dulled a little. He had never needed proof, not from anyone or anything.

As the hand had raised to slap, Orion ducked sideways and out of Yusaku’s grasp. He wouldn’t give a response as Yusaku went on, just a frown in silence. The mention of Klaus had him biting the inside of his mouth silently.

He kind of… wanted to fight. To shift, to bite, to do any manner of harm to shut this guy up. But, if this guy had any of the powers associated with their kind, it wouldn’t do much. The rapid regenerations that was a characteristic of his pack and what he assumed to be a characteristic of most werewolves kept any damage to an absolute minimum.

Instead, he slowly reached up and pulled at the collar of his shirt. A few buttons came loose, and what Yusaku would see would not be a traditional bite. There was a large tooth snap, yes, but it was as if the teeth had dug in and been dragged across the skin ripping and shredding all the way. Below that was some deeper scars from claw marks. Klaus had done a number on the full moon, much more so than a traditional quadruped form should have.

Orion’s eyes never left Yusaku’s. He registered that look of uncertain alarm in them. The question that came thereafter earned a small shoulder shrug and a pull so that clothing came back on again. “I guess,” he answered almost indifferently now. The mention of Klaus’s precedence, however, earned a frown.

The questions just kept coming however, and Orion wasn’t appreciating it one bit. At the last, a hand raised to get Yusaku to stop. “I’m kind of busy,” Orion answered. “Why should I lead you all the way out to Klaus anyways?” he answered. “Listen, I get that you have some serious history being a werewolf and have some history with Klaus, but that’s not any of my business.” He was… clearly still irritated at Yusaku.

Orion grit his teeth. He didn’t need whatever the fuck lecture this was from a guy he didn’t even know. He hadn’t walked away. He was walking away from Yusaku, not from his own pack. Who did he want to help? Wolf to wolf? The fuck? Before he could even put up a rebuttal, however, he was being dragged by this damn guy again. Ugh….

Pressed back into a building again, Orion glared softly back at Yusaku. The spiel thereafter earned a deadpan look, however. For all he was and all he wasn’t, Orion had embraced lycanthropy in ways very few could. In a sense, it had cut him free, and while he missed his powers dearly, if they were a price to pay for that freedom, then he’d gladly give them up again. The mention of Blacktooths had him frowning a bit, but he said nothing for now.

The thought of Klaus as bad, however, earned a look of protest. He didn’t recognize those names, had no feelings regarding those names, and was otherwise neutral to them. Dead man walking? Hah. “You… don’t understand at all,” he said slowly taking a slow breath in and leaning against the building now. “I’m not running away from Klaus. I’m not afraid of him. He’s my alpha. He’s the most important person in my life, and I won’t hear you talking about him like just some mindless slaughterhouse.” A hand balled into a fist, and it was all Orion could do to keep from slugging Yusaku across the face. “Those scars don’t mean anything except that I made some mistakes. Not him. Not him.” He snarled those words now.

And then it was the sound of footsteps would echo in Orion’s ears, a particular gait that excited Orion like no other. Glancing sideways immediately after, he flashed a look. “Hey, there you are…” Pulling away from Yusaku, Orion closed the distance to Klaus turning immediately thereafter and standing at his side.

Now Klaus was a big man. He stood easily six foot and taller. His wild red hair splayed out in various directions more akin to a lion’s mane than hair. His tanned skin had seen better days, and the scar down his right eye was especially obvious now even with the purple shades over his eyes. He had a cigarette between his lips but hadn’t lit it. His clothes were relaxed, a blue suit unbuttoned and at ease. He wore some simple shoes that had been scratched up. “Jeeze, what are you doing messing with my clansmen, Yusa?” Klaus asked with a frown.

Klaus’s bottom right eyelid twitched, but his features remained relaxed if slanted downwards as Yusaku barked. Instead, he’d fish a lighter from his pocket and finally light the end of the cigarette. A long drag was taken. He was patient enough when it came to these kinds of things and didn’t seem anything but perhaps a little perturbed if that.

Orion looked from Yusaksu to Klaus and back again trying to gauge just how familiar they actually were. It was hard to tell with Klaus, though. Shifting from one foot to the other, Orion reached backwards and ruffled his own hair— only to fidget when he found Klaus had reached over and prodded one of his ears. Fidgeting, he took a step sideways. Klaus smirked a bit and glanced forward again.

Yusaku’s questions riled Orion, all the same. Straightening some, he grit his teeth only to feel that hand on his shoulder again. “Don’t worry about him,” was all Klaus would say— both to Yusaku and Orion about the other, in fact. Orion rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. He was feeling…. Babied, and didn’t appreciate it in the least. Not when…. Ugh. “Klaus…”

Klaus’s attention had already turned back to Yusaku, however. A small, dry smirk had come up on his right side contorting his otherwise plain features some. “I’m aware of the pack problems,” he assured simply. “It’s nothing we haven’t dealt with before.” The way he said ‘we’ made Orion unsure if he was counting himself or all three of them. Something about the latter prospects made the muscles under his skin ripple. He wanted to talk to Klaus directly, alone, not with Yusaku around delivering whatever the hell kind of news.

And yet Yusaku went on detailing all of the worries right in the area, something that even Orion couldn’t fully ignore despite his efforts. He knew there were pack problems. There were always pack problems. He had known that from the beginning, but Klaus had never been worried so why should Orion? They could handle themselves, he was sure.

Klaus, meanwhile, waited until Yusaksu had finished speaking before taking a slow drag, looking upwards beyond the alleyway, beyond the skyline, into whatever was left in the middle. Perhaps the space between branches.

“I don’t give a fuck about customs.” It was stated so flatly, so blatantly, so assuredly, and so Klausingly that Orion couldn’t help but smirk a bit. Ah yeah, that was the alpha he liked so much. “My pack is none of their business.” A sigh came after that, however, and Orion grimaced a little. He wasn’t sure why, but he got the feeling Klaus was already tiring of this conversation. “Orion.”

“Yeah?”

“Any more packages need to go anywhere?”

“Nah, that was the last one.”

“Good, we’re headed home then.”