Horizon Ridge trying to act hard with your gun up

Hee, no problem <3

Unaware of his audience, Gristle moved about the fallen rocks and logs that made up the ground here. He roughly turned over a stone, finding nothing but stale water. He sniffed at it, sneezing and pulling away, disinterested. He wasn't even sure what he was looking for. The scent of fish was familiar and so he followed that, but god help him if he had to actually catch one. A man of simple brute strength, it would be quite a show to witness him trying to hunt such slippery, agile creatures.

Disgruntled, he shook out his neck fur and turned to scan the horizon, only to spot the stranger from a distance. A smaller fellow, with a stormy-coloured coat and peculiar black patch upon his chin. He was watching him. Gristle returned his gaze, brows furrowing in a challenging manner.