"Like a pack, huh? I happen to be from a long line of... Moon-Lovers." The slender young man chuckled warmly at a Hector until he suddenly realized the full impact of the crazy guy's implications.
"WAIT! ALL of YOU?" Odie clamped his hand over his mouth for a second to prevent further outburst. "Well Bless Mama Moon and my Furry Papa. That's just... wow." He glanced at each of those gathered quickly, trying to determine the Alpha without success. He rather hoped it was the big guy next to him. Cause Crazy or Angry were trouble for a pack. Especially in the City. But then every pack had their own mojo, so... the young man just sighed with a wry grin.
"I don't know Hector. I'd like to be friends. I really would. I miss it. Family. Life sucks with out it," Odie confessed without guile to the older man. "But I'm not so sure the rest of your fellow Moon Lovers would be so keen on the deal." Not being able to shut his mouth at the mean spirited accusation, he added in earnest, "And from across the street it totally looked like you guys were hassling ol' Hec here. That is not the face of someone being nice!" Animated, Odie gestures at the angry woman as if proof of his conclusion. "So slow your own rolls. Concerned citizen, here!"
He sighed. He didn't want to start shit. Especially with the she-wolf looking ready to kill somebody. Somebody who looked and sounded exactly like him. "Respectfully, so. Not the enemy here," He offered arms open but he wasn't ready to bare his neck to any of them quite yet. "Just sayin'."
He looked to Officer Hardt for some sort of support or maybe a polite request to his buddies not to kill Odie in the middle of the street. That would just ruin everyone's day. Odie knew it would ruin his.