Stubborn, naturally, of course. Even if there had been a threat or a growl from the depths, he likely would not have moved. All his life, he has been taught to throw his weight about and dominate without question. It is seldom that anything strikes a chord within him, particularly a chord labelled fear or second guessing. Stubborn or self assured, one cannot really say. It simply manifests itself as his unlikely retreat as he sniffs into the darkness, contemplating whether or not he should wipe out the strange scents with his own. It is enjoyable, he thinks, to see another return to their den, only to find it emptied and reeking of another. It is not theft, after all, it is merely him doing what he was born to do: rule.

The growl echoes, perhaps, deepening its pitch and yet, it still reeks of youth. It is a young sound, one not of an adult and for that, he sees no reason to fear. After all, he is well and truly heavier than many adults and verging on just as tall, too - what has he to worry about? Pinpoint teeth and a half formed mind. Children, like his siblings, are strange. He is positive they are easy to control, though. Why else would his mother keep producing them? She thrived off control, and he was fast becoming the same.

Soon, though, the growl seems right at the tip of his nose, and as he moves to raise his head, a small form leaps at him. It collides, pinpoint teeth diving into the flesh of his ear; he is just as quick to respond, tilting his head back in order to allow the child to tumble down. They are sharp, yes, but what is a wolf of Iromar without having experienced such a thing before? Even as a child, he had been constantly barraged with his siblings teeth. Still, his chest rumbles with a brooding growl as he twists to face the smaller wolf. When she speaks, his growl silences and instead, his lips twist into a snarling grin, a low chuckle finding its way trough his teeth.

"No."

He leaves the word to linger for a moment before taking a long step forward, bringing himself closer to the female as he assesses her in silence. Like he, she is Marked and yet, he knows Chael's scent well. Is she to be an Omega, too? If so, she should start learning right away but if not, perhaps she will prove it to him now.

"Haec est domus mea - Iromar."
This is my home.

He tilts his head then, noticing some of the odder markings over her - for one, she shares a similar mark to his own mother. It is different and yet placed all the same; apparently, he thinks, she will grow to be... lustful and intelligent all the same. Interesting. And yet she is still just so young and born so low. It piques his interest enough, though.

"Et tu es in nobis?"
And you are one of us?

He's interested now despite her little display. If she is indeed a Demon, perhaps he will let her keep her home.