[I.C.J] precious and fragile things

Raheerah had not been aware of the silent dare issued by the stranger; he had no understanding of the tension his packmate previously held bundled in his muscles before the dragon's approach. But he looked upon her, and then to him; another fleeting glance at Anemone before his attentions resided on the stranger for good. His single eye burned like the molten core of a volcano, like the sun, gleaming hot in an arctic sunset. He took note of the softening of his posture, twisting his ears on his head like a curious hound, and he listened. The very reason he expected played forth from the silence, though it was hardly enough to satisfy the creature. Raheerah uttered a low, thunderous rumbling from his chest, guttural in all its presence.

"Daaare amuuuse me, what foooool assumption of truuth must be maade befoorrre I do that?" He licked his lips and hummed with mild amusement, eying the wolf only a year younger than he. "Whaat liiieee can yoouu spiin to tell of your worrth?" His voice was hard and poisonous - pity to whichever creature met Raheerah at the borders of this Vale, for he was surely far less easily convinced than Lham or the monk. He thought little of this one, and of any other; words were meaningless until they could be proven. So, with some vague beguilement he waited for the man to tell him of all the reasons Raheerah would let him past the borders, all the while keeping his eye fixated, shivering only as the gentle breathing fronds of a fire.