Alpine Lake self sabotaging like this

@Svalinn dated for like 10/12?

He didn't climb to the top of the rugged mountain. He stood at the bottom, staring at one of the waterfalls that fed off of what could only be assumed to be a larger body of water at the top. His peach eyes squinted, trying to examine everything in the glint of the setting sun's light. A heavy huff escaped him as he contemplated his options. Sure he could climb to the top and risk falling right off or...well, he could hang out down here and enjoy everything the ground level had to offer.

It was with those thoughts he waded into the water with the intent to clean himself off. He could not look like a muddy beast forever.

Svalinn, as far as he could remember, had never been this far from the Redhawks' plateau. And he had certainly never gone this far alone. There was a time before, where the miles had fallen away beneath him and he had traveled nearly the entire map under Caiaphas' duress, but that had all been within his home territory as far as he knew. Distance had little meaning to him, so it was little to no surprise when he found himself somewhere entirely new, unbothered and pushing forward— it was actually quite a wonder this hadn't happened sooner.

He felt entitled to it all. Every piss he made was to make sure someone else knew he had been there, and that he owned it. He was halfway to owning Tuktu when he came across a burly figure by the water. Svalinn hesitated to approach, his gold cape rippling villainously as he remembered his hard lesson about strangers. Wisely, he kept his distance, but because he had a forward nature, he called out: "hey!"

He stood at attention as he looked to be noticed, and remained prepared to bolt at any moment— though there was something sly and determined about his face, as if his being wary was more necessity than choice. "Who're you?" he pressed, practically having to shout to be heard over the space he kept between them.

He did not appreciate being shouted at, especially by what looked like a child. Didn't this kid have a parent or pack to go bother? Outlander squinted his peach hued eyes as he stared down the younger wolf. What's it to you? It wasn't like he planned on starting up some grand friendship with the boy nor was he going to allow the boy to get the idea either.

His tail lashed behind him and he leveled his head out with his spine. His body language was everything but friendly.

The stranger grew intensely unfriendly at Svalinn's loud greeting, so the boy wisely kept his distance. At the spat question, his lip curled, and frown creased his thin unibrow. He didn't particularly understand the question, though it sounded easy enough at face value. What was knowing who this wolf was to him? Nothing, he decided, if he thought about it like that. This wasn't very near to his home, though when he started to consider the proximity to the Redhawks, he decided that that was his reason for addressing the brown brute to begin with.

"Keep it to yourself, then, I don't care," he growled. "Just don't come any closer to my pack." The male seemed to ignore him, turning on his way without another word. "Yeah, better run," the boy muttered, careful not to let anything but the nearest toadstool to hear him. He made sure the wolf went out of sight, before turning back to the plateau.