He wasn't concerned. The extent of his concern was to the stranger, though he supposed he liked Tamerlane's lack of care more than he liked Corona at all. His fixed his half-sibling, though he knew this not yet, with the kind of evil stare he might give another child that he hated in hopes of driving it away in fear, but his acknowledgment of the creamy wolf was given only in the form of a swiveling ear.
The way they both confronted him with the question, even though it was Tamerlane's alone, was only slightly unnerving. He felt more irritation than obligation for answering it, but at the same time, ignoring the pair of them wasn't the wisest thing he could do. The child's dark mind begin to click in places, remembering well what Hybrid had told him about wolves. That was what he had to label Tamerlane as; Hybrid had told him that wolves were bigger and looked stronger, but that coyotes were smarter and faster. The dark eyed male was undeniably larger, more impressive, but he wasn't entirely sure.
Still, he had a reason to hate him, even if he didn't feel like playing on it.
'F course,
he responded acidly, glaring at both of them. He didn't know why it mattered to the wolf, or why the other Lykoi cared, or what they were going to do next; it didn't matter either way to him. He was a Lykoi, he was a prince, and that was all that mattered; he was more important, in his eyes.