Giyuu was known to be a calm and collected alpha when compared to others among the pack hierarchy. He was never one who looses his temper easily, thus being one of the few outcasts due to his odd behavior for his secondary gender. Today was like every other day inside of one of the shared estates they had, it was just in case the Hashira decided to get-together for a moment. That was until slick was left upon the pack’s couch and it brought the attention to a curious Giyuu, who was currently inside alone. It made his head tilt a certain way, it carried the scent of a familiar member, but.. That would be odd. The person it smelled like was an alpha. There’s no way it’s his, he’s supposed to be an alpha, he’s shown that many times. But the familiar scent of the aggressive, white-haired “alpha” didn’t seem like it anymore. He leaned away from it and shook himself a little, it surely couldn’t be Sanemi’s. No.