He wasn't sure what he would do if he even stepped on Inferni soil. Every bit of his being told him that it was not right, and it twisted his stomach when he thought about it, to the point where he wanted to go out and chew on a few stalk of fresh green grass to calm it. The coyotes were something that apparently needed to be wiped out, but Minos was not sure how it could be done. What the other male was talking about could be a good tactic, but Minos was not much for strategies. His mind never thought much of those things. A bit too complicated. But he was confident, such a thing Minos new little about as well, and the white male was not about to defy him.
The question was easy to answer, and he felt an odd emotion pass through him. He felt it in his chest, puffing it out just an inch. The alpha was being attacked by the coyotes. I helped, and they ran off. It had been the thing to set off all this fighting. Yes Minos had been there.