Otatso Wetlands barghest

"you implied nothing, which is why i asked," the basilisk returned coolly, meeting her doll-eyed stare with unabashed forwardness. stigmata licked his chops, appearing thoughtful even as he wiped his mind clear of any interest in this she-wolf. her odd despondency and tendency to drift off into lalaland around strangers didn't bother him in the least - it was the lack of basic intelligence, and he had no time for it. "i simply assumed you had more to ask than a question you already knew the answer to..." he paused, and looked as if something had occurred to him in that moment, and then his glare hardened; "and if you did not know i was a pack wolf, then that means your nose is useless and therefore you." he spoke very casually, as pompous as his status as a pack wolf could afford him.

"begone," he ushered her then, with a clipped gesture of his muzzle in some indiscriminate direction. and it was the only time he would be nice about it.