Blackfoot Forest and she left her land — chaos

taarlok lives by a simple motto in his life: if it doesn't affect me then it doesn't matter. it's unfortunate and extremely selfish of him ( alas, he's always been very self-indulgent ever since he was a tiny cub ) but it's worked in his favor thus far. their shared similarities does not go unnoticed by him — it shouldn't considering they are mutts and in a place that smells as if it is predominately pure wolf is something of a concern — but he doesn't capitalize upon it. what he does focus upon is her apparent inclination to test him. he watches with narrowed eyes and an expression that conveys 'hoe, don't do it' as her paw rises, braces against the tree and rakes down it. she meets his gaze and taarlok lets out an annoyed huff only to visibly cringe at the noise. ...what a strange woman, taarlok can't help but think. "hmm," the imperial contemplates and chides all in one noise. "you're one of those masochistic women, aren't you?" it seems to be so, at least, as far as he can see or cares to see, at any rate.