Whitebark Stream its been too long

The silver Frostfur raised an eyebrow when Citali snapped at him rudely, what had he done to deserve such treatment? All he did was ask if they needed help; ungrateful women. It took all his willpower not to open his maw and start firing back insults at the brown furred lady, Estoc would not stoop to her level, he was better than that, his father taught him better than that. No, let her fail and realise her mistakes when the gods curse her ill-mannerism. The Fates would deal her appropriate punishment. Instead, he flashed his eerie bicolored gaze over her, veiling the flash of disdain that sought to present itself in his eyes.

His dislike for the pair grew even more when the female who called for him chuckled at her comment. Immediately, the tiniest trace of warmth in is gaze before grew cold; not that they would notice, there was barely any warmth before anyways. "I'll get going then," Estoc stated flatly. "If you don't need help, why'd you call me in first place?" He turned to leave, but before he even took a step away, the female missing a tail began to speak. She asked him if he'd seen a bear around here, adding insults while she explained and at the end of the sentence, was unable to complete it. "A tail?" Estoc asked, resisting the urge to curl his lip, instead, his expression remained impassive.

"Smelled a bear, didn't see it though," Estoc said after a moment of debate. "You smell of a pack. Where are you from, whats your name? Do you know anyone with the last name of Frostfur or Gladius?"