{Third Person}
Back inside his living area, the damage was contained, but the agitation was not.
Alexander paced back and forth. His large frame moved restlessly across the space, claws clicking faintly against the floor as his tail flicked with irritation.
Every few seconds, a low growl rumbled from his chest, as though the silence itself offended him.
Jasper stood at a careful distance, watching, calculating.
After a moment, he stepped forward and placed something down on the table. A roasted, dried rabbit.
Alexander stopped. His gaze fell on it. Silence stretched for half a second, then a sharp, furious howl tore through the room.
The sound was loud, raw, and filled with clear displeasure.
Jasper didn't flinch. "I expected that reaction," he said calmly.
The wolf's eyes burned brighter, his posture tense as another low growl followed. The insult was obvious.
This was not a hunt. This was not fresh. This was not what his body demanded.
