Dragoncrest Cliffs Cut me loose

Warbone never killed for no reason. Just because it wasn't a very good reason didn't mean that it wasn't one. He watched, in dissatisfied silence, as the coywolf darted into the same grove, and then hid with a hiss among the rocks and foliage. The massive wolf made an low, irritated noise in the back of his throat, but went without speaking for an overly long moment. He seemed to be reining in his vitriolic mood. "She fancies herself a philosopher," he at last responded to Wildfire, telling her what he knew since he didn't have a name for the fading nuisance. He turned his head and angled it downwards so that, in his sit, his hind leg to scratch a bothersome wet spot behind his ear.

"Unfortunately, though I stopped to chat, I do not have time to wait out this rain, so I must brave it," he said after he had finished, dropping his leg with a thmpf and turning his eyes on the sodden red wolf. "Have fun with her," he advised, getting to his feet and casting a cold gaze over the hiding spot of the stranger. Then to the wolf he was familiar with: "and if you ever need someone to travel with, or find that you are done being alone, you can find me with the Dragons," he said, face lifting into what could be considered a smile for the generally expressionless wolf.

He turned to the edge of the protective trees, took a deep breath in and out, and then plunged into the sheeting rainfall.