Hoshor Plains clown incoming

a frown darkens arktos' expression; already stormy. the thunder brewing in his chest creeps closer. just because there was a line of scent between them did not mean that the trespasser was safe from the brunt of the warbear's wrath. and arktos suspects that the stranger does not realize that situation he is in still full of gravitas.

for trespassing, arktos should claim flesh, should leave his mark.

hold your tongue, and watch how you speak to me. warns the wrangler; a candy coated way of telling him to 'shut the fuck up' without using all those brash words festering behind his teeth. you are not out of dark waters yet. yellowstone demands punishment for your transgression. because he doesn't appreciate the questions, because he's tired of trespasser ... just because. because he can.