Kurt is immediately creeped out. There's something unnatural about this man, every part of him somehow wrong or uncanny or threatening. It's like he shouldn't exist, but continues to walk the earth out of sheer spite. Watching him move, hearing him speak, seeing him smile sends cold chills down the little human's spine.

But perhaps the worst thing is how he says Corrigan's name. How he uses his title. Alpha knows this man? Is he part of the pack..? Without thinking, Kurt's fingers tighten in Benji's fur, wide eyes scanning the stranger's form for a claiming mark, but he's almost entirely covered by badly fitting clothes. For the first time in weeks, months, they feel uneasy being naked. They know for a fact the man—wolf—Miles?—can see the bite marks all over their freckled skin. He must know exactly who they are to the pack.

"M-Miles," they manage through tightly clenched teeth, fighting to stay firm rather than give in to the frightened trembling. "Is Benji going to be okay? He's just a p-puppy." God, if this is how Benji dies... Kurt feels their throat closing up. They should've listened closer when Naseer told them about poisons. "I dunno what you want, j-just please tell me how to save him."