Sequoia Coast doberman pharaoh

it was a crude man who had stalked down to meet him; lasher fought the contemptuous curl of his lip, and in that moment, a downpour began, hearkening springtime. as the large droplets patted down into the sand, the man sought more fitting words. "a woman. pale. bulky of build. she ran into my land. she attacked a companion of mine, she injured my son, she may have slain another of my wolves."

he was quiet then -- what would the other make of this? as the rain began to fall with more force, taltos held fast, watching the other man for any sign of impending attack.