Neverwinter Forest Intrepid

Ohh! Interesting twist!

The lurker pulled himself out of the foliage. Immediately, his growl dropped into a seething baritone of warning while Tonravik snarled. If this encounter were to come to blows there was absolute certainty as to who would win. This one appeared travel worn and weary. Kero didn't trust the facade completely, but as soon as the wolf submitted the tables turned entire. He cut off his growl and blinked at the wolf. A young one with peculiar markings. Strange.

He noted that his mate also quieted and continued to scavenge the corpse. He peered back at the stranger, uncertain as to where this sudden display had come from, but it was possible that he might do whatever it took to partake in their meal. His mind rolled, flitting through a dozen possibilities before he realized none served any purpose until they crossed the barrier of possibility into certainty. That would require words.

"Speak," he barked, asserting himself as his position shifted to something between aggression and dominance. His tail lifted. His ears forward. His nose slightly tucked as he stared long and hard into this yearling's face. What did this wolf want? Hopefully they'd soon find out.