Dawnlark Plains natural selection

The tension in the air is thick, but Sitiyok pays no heed to it.

He dips his peppered muzzle and replied, "No," he, too, keeps the space between them. It serves as a suitable buffer should he need to make a decision on fight or flight. The other male doesn't appear to harbor any feelings of malcontent towards him, but he remains on-edge. "Though I find this range diverse enough to hold my attention." He remarked; it was a bit cryptic, but Sitiyok didn't really have the patience for word games. It was just a statement of fact. 

"You live near here." He intoned. Coppery eyes shifted to the world behind the larger male, then back to the other's face in a fluid fashion. He suddenly waved his tail, relaxed his stance, and smiled. "Sitiyok, and you?"