Iktome Plains Super Psycho Love

tachyon slid to a halt as the wolf turned to face him with bared fangs. tachyon's own fur ruffled distinctively, the silver guard-hairs along his spine rifling upwards in an impressive, quill -like display. instinctively he felt his posture heighten, though it was more out of defense than any semblance of superiority. "it's to me because you're heading directly towards a pack." he didn't supply that he was part of that pack -- instead, his gaze combed curiously over the sea-wolf. it didn't take much to assume it was decidedly unfriendly. tachyon was not quite riled up enough to retort with his own brand of snarkiness -- instead, he remained neutral despite his involuntarily pricked hackles.