Dragoncrest Cliffs Cut me loose

"What?" Warbone snapped, having watched the slim figure expose herself from the underbrush and proceed to babble nonsense about existential crises he had never considered prior to a killing and wasn't about to start now. His tail lashed, and the white she-wolf, whose tapered features suggested that her blood mingled with coyotes (no wonder her naive idiocy), seemed to wait for him to respond. "Do you ask such things of your prey, stupid girl? When you kill a rabbit do you wonder whether it had a name, or if there is a family to avenge it?" he growled scathingly. "If you do, you are even more foolish than your first impression implies, and death would become you anyway— with or without my aid." He opened his mouth, perhaps to insult her further, but just then droplets turned into an entire sheet of water, and a thundering downpour blanketed the wolves in an instant.

Warbone turned his head as Wildfire called out, and he immediately turned to follow her without looking back for the stranger. He felt no threat from her, though he likely would not be very kind if she too joined them in the flush of trees shielding them from the brunt of the rain. That being said, it was highly unlikely that he would kill her, either. Not only did he assume Wildfire wouldn't appreciate witnessing a murder, now that he knew the intruder was female, he was less inclined to react violently. Females, the mother of his very species, did not deserve his fangs no matter how eerie or convoluted they seemed to be.

Joining his companion beneath the trees, he gave himself a curt shake, and sat a few feet to Wildfire's right. "I apologize for my brazenness. I am quite peevish about being snuck upon," he told the scout, though was unsure why he felt she needed an explanation of him.