Neverwinter Forest I'm gonna smoke you out

From one topic, to another, to another. FitzDutiful let the male speak everything he had wanted before making any reply. His tail began to wag from irritation as the male mentioned the words puppets and his upper lip twitched slightly as he tried to hold back a growl. Yes, he may have been in the wrong to start with but this male wasn't exactly trying to smooth anything over. His eyes stared coldly at the male in front of him as his dislike grew. Eventually, he turned his attention to the female, the one he had initially disliked. Nothing was showing at the moment but FitzDutiful's eyes had more warmth looking over Goldhawk and Eshe than they did when they fell back onto Scimitar.

"I noticed you moved them further back; I was about to begin the moving back of our own." Might as well address that point first. "As to my pack member, I saw them by your old borders and saw no harm in that. I didn't realise they had later gone to your new borders too." He didn't leave much room for any interruption between these sentences and continued again, "It was never intended as a demand and not once have I ever thought of calling you a puppet; nor did I intend to cause blatant disrespect. I reacted in anger and I apologise for that for there was no need. With my mate due any day I was overprotective and we got off to a bad start. Again, I want to apologise; we, at Silvertip, have no desire for war and would like to find a way to move forwards. In this hope I would like to offer a fresh start. My name's FitzDutiful Silvertip, at your service."

He bowed his head slightly and hoped the male would just let things move on - like he was trying his best to do.