This male rolls his eyes and in response receives a glistening tooth for his efforts, a low growl at the base of Thorne's throat. Did Thor think this some game? That Blackthorne would sit back and be scolded? Still, he allows him to talk, feeling as if Thor was trying to impart some magical bit of information and failing. The effect he has on the world? That soothes the ruffled feathers of Thorne as his tooth disappears and a suave sort of smile, foxlike in origin, settles across his maw, a shining to his charcoal eyes that is reminiscent of his father's in it's eerie effect.

"The tough make their own way. What use would a leader have with a pack that cannot defend themselves?" Now he spins it back around upon Thor. "You speak as if the alpha must defend all of their wolves and yet, that seems folly to me. It breeds weakness. If one knows they will be protected wouldn't they become, inherently, weaker that way? Lax?" There is actually a philisophical edge to his voice, a challenge in the biting words, because it is what drives him. This NEED to see just how far strength can go and where weakness reigns.

The conversation switches to the answer to his second question and his eyes trail off in the direction away from Molodian. Yet his thoughtful expression turns to one of scoffing, his eyes sliding back towards Thor. "Apparently you just have a need for others," he says and there is clear distaste in his voice. It was true - he was rather fond of his pal Zharko and yet, there is a purpose to his friend. He is a weapon at the disposal of Thorne, even if they were on somewhat equal terms. Mostly. "Perhaps YOU are weak if you cannot live without the need for other wolves."