Spotted Eagle Mountain groundlight

from the dust that rose, the idiot creature lilted that he was ... king. shardul gave a rumble of truly icy laughter. "king of what? not i," he purred, moving to the wall of the cave that housed them both, and raking his claws along the stone wall until grooves were carved into the grey there. "king of ... dust, perhaps?" the silver brute went on conversationally, ambling 'round their enclosement and raising his tail to spray a section of wall with a foul-smelling and musky urine.

"king of nothing, i think," shardul snarled, coming to lay on his belly before the wolf. "thou hast no kingdom, and no subjects."