"Of course I do." His brow furrows, his frown delicate but clear.

"You told me that yourself. You told me about coyotes, and needing pack to stay safe. Needing other wolves." There's no accusation or anger in what is, as far as Alec's concerned, as much fact as them both needing water, needing food. (The green creeps in again, mostly too subtle to see, but occasionally glimpsed drifting a bit separate like oil from water.)