Sleepy Fox Hollow las olas de mi mar

Poor Iqniq is like STOP BEING SUCH A BABY GEEZ

Perhaps noseblind, it took the fire-cloaked alpha stumbling into the densite to even alert the spider, attention shifting suddenly for fear that this was an ambush. Ears jolted upright suddenly, skin bristling with adrenaline before realizing nothing was actually amiss. Dawdling sulking had done little to keep cool composure. Attention turned to the concave hole in the ground, following the stream of piss from the leader with a kick of soil. Paws raked earth into the opening, rudely filling it in to squash out any attempt to invite new residents.

Perhaps sensing irritation within the Eta, the alpha elaborated. The understanding sank in, the solemn tone soothing any worry of bloodshed and retribution. The Sawtooth were, in fact, the new arrivals, poised upon their mountain to overlook the Sunspire range. Jawline lifted, heaviness of this new found information sinking into chest and absorbed. Fiery eyes hesitated on the stalwart warrior with respect and admiration. A nod bade confirmation that this was understood, remaining silent but much more informed on the subject. It would no longer be a bone of contention. 

They were nothing. 

The looming silence was lifted of angry tones, yet an awkwardness filled it. "Is the coyote dead?" he asked pointedly, curious if the animal even made it past the dens without suffering greatly for its mistake.