Aggression. They both reeked of it. The yote gave him nothing but an angry smile, white blade open to the world. Heath stood still, unsure of what to do. The other’s heightened stance was a sure advantage and though Heath was young, he knew better. Tail flicked nervously behind him, giving his unease away slightly. Red eyes closed ever so, peering at his face and body. Watching carefully at his stance, every movement that he made. It had been some time since he had encountered a beat so hostile. A small voice wondered how the Crimson Dreams pup had made it passed their watchdog.
Calling out at his lie Heath was lost at an answer. Who? Who the fuck would he say? Heath knew that this would arise and he had no name to give. His face clung to its current features, gold eyes watching and waiting for the other to strike. To foolish to run Heath felt he had a chance, a chance to figure out if his father was actually here. Looking at the tattered male he wondered if this scarred coyote was it. The yote's two eyes told him no. Actually don’t know his name. Honestly, a weakness that he was so suddenly too stupid to hide.