“ Agent Durin ? ”
She's not exactly the tall, dark and shaded stereotype he'd been expecting and it's something of a pleasant surprise to find himself facing down a pint-sized brunette rather than the 'alpha male' figure he'd been prepping for. Military, secret service, FBI ; they all tend to breed a certain type of persona and he's spent far too long working his ass off to waste time on a metaphorical dick-measuring contest when it could ( and should ) be spent focusing on the pack and the progress they've made.
“ I'm Owen Grady. ”
He extends his hand to her, making an effort to at least seem cordial and collected ; as per Claire's request. He hates politics. His speciality is execution rather than negotiation, but he knows that this assessment is important to her - to the park - to his pack - so he's going to do his damndest to try and make a good first impression.










