Larksong Grotto the world looks down and frowns

Last post from me, guys!

The female was challenging him, but Warbone felt more amused by it than disrespected. They might be friends one day, when he wasn't trespassing, and she wasn't in a shape she felt she needed to defend. His eyes rolled to the dark male as he spoke for the pair of them, and he nodded in curt affirmation that he would leave. He knew better than to start trouble here— no longer representing just himself and the wills of the wild. He wore Sleeping Dragon like a banner, and it had not gone unnoticed by present company.

"I am," he answered needlessly, ears perking as the other male addressed his alpha by name. "I will." Another nod. "Who is it that is wanting to speak with her?" he asked, introducing himself with a gruff "Warbone," after he had been answered. "I will follow my own trail back, and will not stray from that," he said, leaving little room to doubt the honor behind his liquid tone, but he did not expect them to trust him. Especially not the female. "Until we meet again," he said, meeting her eye evenly and barely hiding the foxish gleam in his gaze. "Farewell." He turned in one fluid movement and oozed slowly back the way he had come.