"For Runes, yeah," he says absently even as the strange burning mark fades to smooth, stark black like the other visible tattoos on his body and promptly stops smelling like burnt skin, though he does also muster up a slightly judgmental glance at Jacob for all his troubles. "What, you're wolves without claws?" He might sound coldly flippant, but the return of his incredibly tensed spine and shoulders might give away that the idea of causing an incident by poisoning a shifter pack while enlisting their aid doesn't really sit well with him. It would be a diplomatic disaster, for starters. And, while it's not that he knows anything about Jacob other than the fact that he's so attractive it's giving him a minor existential crisis that he's trying desperately to ignore, Alec doesn't want to do that to him. He knows how close shifters are within their packs (in theory, of course: he doesn't personally know any shifters. Until now.)
So with that in mind he starts off briskly in the direction he'd tracked the demon to with the unspoken expectation that Jacob will follow, unsure exactly of how far it is but hoping he can close the distance before too long after the two of Jacob's pack get there. The demon had been been feasting on fawn fresh from hibernation when he'd caught his glimpse with the tracking rune, so it probably won't flee immediately, especially since it won't instinctively view wolves as a deadly threat like it would a Nephilim, no matter how much bigger and faster they actually are.
"If they're as big as you are," He starts and then winces as soon as the words leave his mouth, since it absolutely sounds like much more of an innuendo than he'd intended but it's fine he's ploughing on, "it's probably not going to do much harm. It's about the size of a goat, should have animal level intelligence." Should... "Huge horns, and a jaw that can bite through tree trunks." Young trees, but that's still not nothing. There's a sudden pause, as Alec's bow catches on a low-hanging branch and makes him grunt and halt abruptly to avoid having it yanked off his shoulder—he is clearly not at home in the woods—but he resumes pace quickly, if slightly more cautiously now. "How old are they? Your, uh, pack. It feeds on anything young, that's what draws it out. Animal or plant."
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So with that in mind he starts off briskly in the direction he'd tracked the demon to with the unspoken expectation that Jacob will follow, unsure exactly of how far it is but hoping he can close the distance before too long after the two of Jacob's pack get there. The demon had been been feasting on fawn fresh from hibernation when he'd caught his glimpse with the tracking rune, so it probably won't flee immediately, especially since it won't instinctively view wolves as a deadly threat like it would a Nephilim, no matter how much bigger and faster they actually are.
"If they're as big as you are," He starts and then winces as soon as the words leave his mouth, since it absolutely sounds like much more of an innuendo than he'd intended but it's fine he's ploughing on, "it's probably not going to do much harm. It's about the size of a goat, should have animal level intelligence." Should... "Huge horns, and a jaw that can bite through tree trunks." Young trees, but that's still not nothing. There's a sudden pause, as Alec's bow catches on a low-hanging branch and makes him grunt and halt abruptly to avoid having it yanked off his shoulder—he is clearly not at home in the woods—but he resumes pace quickly, if slightly more cautiously now. "How old are they? Your, uh, pack. It feeds on anything young, that's what draws it out. Animal or plant."