Athos turned his head slowly to the one speaking. He had known that someone would say something. So, this is the pup who thinks to lead the pack. His foe had a foot and a half on him, and many stones of pure muscle. But all that mattered was the challenge. He stared right back at the bat creature's face. His lip curled up, and the low rumble of a feral growl sounded in the back of his throat. The challenge is made. Now to move the pack.

"Neither. He didn't answer to my satisfaction, so I asked again," he said, his gravelly voice dropping even further in timbre. "And were you half as smart as you think you are, pup, you'd know better than to turn on a packmate before the kill. Nor to think I'd refuse a challenge if made. So think it over and walk it back, pup, and leave me to my questions. That or name your terms." At that he squared his shoulders with the winged man and stared into his eyes.