Along his patrol of Legion's borders, he sniffed out something that didn't agree with him. It made his lip curl, his stomach turn, and made him generally cranky. Cranky Kaertok was not a wolf that was very fun to be around, and the wolf who had decided to set up shop right next to the bypass was now at the top of his list for asses to kick. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but they'd decided to claim a territory that bordered Arbiter and Terance's still-forming pack. That simply wouldn't do.
The stench of her was evident, and it wasn't difficult to track her down. Kaertok, usually indifferent or even docile toward strangers, arrived with his hackles raised and his teeth bared. No words came out, just an awful growl that rumbled from his chest.
I'm pretty over playing fights out over several rounds, but I'd be happy to roll for damage/a winner!
She didn't back down. He was used to as much, but that didn't stop him. She'd made her intentions clear, and Kaertok surged forward. From a whelp, he'd been taught to fight, to prevail. He had not won every fight (what wolf could?), but he had won many. Perhaps he had even won more than he had lost. The Tartok did not track such things.
Unless she was running, Kaertok would be upon her in seconds, teeth grabbing at whatever he could get ahold of, blocking the stranger's teeth whenever it was convenient for him.
Woo, fun!
She was a worthy adversary, but not quite up to Kaertok's level of training. He would not get away without a puncture wound here and a scratch there, but in the end, he stood triumphant.
You've lost,
he said, spitting his own blood from his mouth. She'd caught his tongue at some point, and she'd nicked it in the process. It wasn't a pretty look.
Legion will not tolerate another pack so close,
he warned, licking his snout and leaving a bloody smear on it.
You are a fool, and someday you will die a fool,
Kaertok retorted. Leave now, or I will make that day today.
Again, the low rumble began in his chest. His tail rose, and his bloodied lips crinkled back to show his teeth, his tongue, and his gums covered in blood. The Tartok wolf's burnt sienna eyes bore into the fool, challenging her to disobey him. If she did, he would do everything within his power to eliminate her from this world.
Tags for reference, since I assume that'll be behind the scenes!
She yammered on, but at least she was getting up to leave. Kaertok stood where he was, watching as she departed. He would let
@Arbiter and
@Terance know of this incident, and he would keep an extra close watch on Legion's northern border. There was no doubting this one would be back. Perhaps he could even find Dawn again and let her know that there was more crowding in the area. At least she had been sane enough to approach them before pissing right next door.