Logan sank down to a crouch as he watched Karr finish the course after them. He felt the weight of James' stare, and looked back at him with slightly narrowed eyes, trying not to look expectant. Whatever James decided, he would back him up. His eyes were trying to tell James, up to you, boss.
It wasn't, as Karr seemed to think, that Logan felt James had alpha status over him. That didn't even enter the equation, since James didn't read as a feral at all. But this was James' gig. His team, his rules. Logan had been a soldier a lot longer than he'd been a feral, anyway, and Warpath had drafted him into his team, so as far as Logan was concerned, James was the commanding officer in that outfit. It was bad enough that he'd told the kid about the team at all, even though he'd given no real details of any kind.
He didn't say anything as Karr joined them, and he kept his face as impassive and vaguely scowly as ever, but he gave the kid a little wink that could have been encouraging. He also gave him a little friendly bump on the shoulder with his fist as he jogged past him on the way back to the big house.