Blackbeak Bluff touch my loot, feel my boot

caiaphas felt her skin crawl as the wolf spoke, trawling towards her as if he were some predator come before her to blot out her existence. her muzzle wrinkled, matching his raised lips tit for tat. if he drew too close, he would find the flash of her fangs were anything but joking material. "no, but i do fancy myself wondering why you're so curious about my trees, feralgo." she knew it wasn't trees he was interested in, but had included them for the sole sake of being mulish.