Dawnlark Plains Slow Life

Reek stood to face the Archeron with bony shoulders pushed as wide as they could go.  The ragged wolf's attempt at intimidation was much akin to a mouse trying to out-muscle a lion.  However comical it appeared, Reek's entire demeanor shifted to the defensive.  Hackles raised and teeth exposed as the wily wolf gave the greek a quick glance over.  The odds were heavily skewed in Arion's favor.  Running was also out of the question, as the Archeron's lean legs would carry him much faster than Reek's ever could.  The only option was to stand ground and pray things worked.

"Arrogant little prick," The bastard spat after the Archeron bit into one of the loose poppy seeds. His poppy seeds. The greek had launched into a quick, this is why you suck, speech further taunting the ragged wolf about his options, which only goaded him further into a seething state of aggravation.  Reek's proverbial Pandora's Box shook violently from the inside to be opened, ready to unleash everything he had in his arsenal toward the Archeron.

The corners of his muzzle twisted into his usual shit-eating grin.  "I know you can," Reek began, his acidic tone shifting into a droll blasé. "I can see you're a fighter, It's pretty obvious judging from that scar on the bridge of your nose.  However, the question to ask here is will you, not can you.  The risk-reward ratio here is pretty disproportionate... What would you gain?  A few poppy seeds and an undamaged pride?"  Reek paused to give the greek one last glance over hoping to gleam any useful information he possibly could. However, the other was a relatively blank slate, leaving Reek with little to work with.

"No, that would be dumb," continued the monotonous motormouth with an arrogant cock of the head matching the greek's.  "Although you haven't given me much evidence otherwise, I'm going to assume you're a man of your wits based on your word choice and phrasing.  Hopefully, one that doesn't make rash decisions like attacking a moderately prepared wolf while high on opium.  So don't patronize me about my options.  I do, and speak, as I damn well please."  

Finishing his winded speech, the ragged wolf turned back into the cluster of poppies to push the loose seeds into a pile, hopefully salvaging some of the rest.