The act of killing was both satisfying and a little...not quite disturbing but on the same tangent of unpleasantness. Askan was a moody git, prone to lashing out if all of the wrong buttons got pressed, but he didn't really consider himself a violent man. He didn't enjoy it as Savion clearly had. When it came to hunting it was a means to an end, a necessary evil. Coyotes were inedible-or at least Askan had no interest in eating them, the mere idea was as repulsive as eating his own kin- but they still needed to die.

Once the deed was done, Askan opened his jaws and paid no heed as the coyote's lifeless corpse landed to the ground with a muted thud. His means of ending it's life had perhaps been a little brutish, but no less effective. It had taken a few adjustments to get his teeth into place but his grip on it's throat had been tight, unwavering. It bled out quickly, probably didn't suffer too much. Not that he was going to lose any sleep over this anyway, the life of one coyote hardly mattered. Not these days.

The taste of blood was still thick on his tongue as he turned to face the wolves of Driftwood Surge. It seemed as though he'd been right to assume that they were capable of looking after themselves, as they'd made as mess of their coyotes as well. Onto business then.

"As I'd been about to say...I want you to pass on a message to Lach, or Lilya, either works." He began, as though their snouts weren't all coated in blood. "Wasn't really an issue before, but I don't want Surge wolves to hunt in the falls. Nothing personal, just with all the coyotes there isn't as much food to go around." He idly wondered if they'd think he was being unreasonable, greedy. Probably, most folk painted him with that brush. "If you're chasing something and it heads this way, fine. Not disputing that, but don't hunt here. Understand?"

It was a fair request. He hardly imagined the Surge wolves would appreciate his kin skulking about the lake, taking down prey that could feed them in this time of difficulty. If they really wanted to be pedantic, he supposed he'd be willing to negotiate.

It was a fair request, but Askan was somewhat relieved they felt that way too. He was in no mood to argue, least of all in the middle of a forest teaming with coyotes. If Lachesis and Lilya were truly offended by his request they knew where to find him, though he doubted they'd go out of their way to rub his nose into the dirt. As far as Askan was concerned they were friends first then allies second, there was no reason for them to butt heads. Askan simply nodded in response to their words, he was content to leave it at that- when the tawny woman put an intriguing prospect on the table.

His ears tipped forward as he squinted a little in thought. Pack hunts were always a little tedious to organise, with so many paws on the ground, but Askan wasn't totally against the idea. Not only would it strengthen their alliance but it would serve as a good opportunity to show his subordinates how to take down something really big. A prospect that caught his interest for sure.

"Askan Selwyn." He told her without delay. "I'd have to confer with my partner before anything is set in stone, but I don't see why not."

He glanced about the woods once more, so now what? He'd more or less completed what he'd set out to do. In a lot less time too, thanks to the coyotes, he supposed, though he wasn't going to thank them for that. Shrugging his shoulders he turned to leave, only to pause, his paw an inch or so off the ground. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he had to say one more thing before he left.

"Tell Lach and his missus- Lilya- I said hi."