Magnus glared, not at anyone in particular, but at his cellphone as the ringtone blared loud enough for anything within a few miles could here as it reverberated off the trees and down through the open valley. It was always such a pain answering this damned phone, first Magnus took his claw off his left hand and fished the phone out of pocket while trying not to cut himself with his own poison. He flicked it open and balanced it on his shoulder with the side of his head while he donned his claw once more and grasped the phone in his pocket. "What in the hell do you get off on calling me at a time like this, what could possibly be so important that you can't deal with it yourself? If it's SOLDIER just shoot the damned human's an-." Magnus stopped short as he recognized the voice on the other end say hello. "Oh, it's you Martin. What could possibly be so important that you call me right now in the middle of something this important?" 

A werewolf growled, clearly disgusted by the fact Magnus was showing disrespect by answering his cellphone in the middle of what could be considered a fight between their leader a him, Magnus held his hand over the talky part of the phone and said "Do you MIND? I am on the phone." And put the phone back to his ear listening to what Martin had to say that was oh so important.