Hoshor Plains clown incoming

that's a mighty big snicker from a man who just shrieked and bolted like a frightened fawn. the wrangler scowls darkly at the other male, a slow snort leaving his flared nostrils. the willingness to bolt is what kept arktos' teeth from his flesh: it was a good instinct, arktos thinks. knowing when to choose flight over fight.

for better or worse, he couldn't say he knew how to choose. the scars that litter his body tell a story of a man who knew only how to fight.

this is yellowstone's land and you were trespassin'.