Two Rivers Isle spikeroog

The yearling makes his way towards Troy as if he has something to say about the brute's existence, inky black lips peeling back to reveal fangs.  Despite this show of arrogance, the karhu remained unperturbed.  

But the boy trucked on, closing the distance between them with confidence in his stride.  This was something that rendered Troy uncomfortable, and he steeled himself for defense or impact and if the spindly boy got too close he'd call, Mind your space, now.