Dragoncrest Cliffs around here, it's just another saturday night.

And the dark stranger just kept right on going.

Artaax blinked in surprise and confusion. He'd been so convinced that would work, but no. The stranger showed no hesitation as he continued prowling straight forward. The boy's mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do. Call for help? Confront him? Attack? He frowned nervously as his anxiety strengthened under the weight of his uncertainty.

The moment the black wolf stepped upon Drageda land, however, all other emotions fled leaving only anger behind. How dare he. Artaax bristled as his lips peeled back from his teeth. Without another moment of hesitation, he sprang forward and circled around to plant himself directly in front of the stranger, snapping his teeth and posturing dominantly in an attempt to force the male to back away and get out of his home.