The disapproval practically poured off the Dora Milaje with him but he ignored them for the time being and no one should have felt surprise since he tended to involve himself with plenty of the unsavory sort, at least in the council's eyes. They tended to prefer he only involve himself with others at s certain degree and nothing further. No matter what they would never find anything redeemable about a wolf, especially after the invasion in their cultural history.

"Are you?" T'challa questioned, setting the machine to allow him to run uphill on it. "That may just be the full moon talking. I've explored plenty of details about your kind." Your kind might not have been spoken too kindly but he never had decent encounters with other shifters either. "See how you feel after."