"Sih Sehe Mak; Mak Neh Sih." The voice does not sound the least bit pleased. And the rather muscular african american man standing roughly six and a half feet tall who strides out of the shadows doesn't really look very happy either. Even in the dim light it's easy to see that he bears enough scars to do half a dozen werewolves proud. "And what you are, is low. Talking shit to the high doesn't show strength, it shows weakness and insecurity. And don't try to lecture me about your tribe, my packmate is twice the Iminir you are. So, Watch. Your. Mouth. And show the proper respect."