Razorback Ridge Villain

Warbone looked the smoky beast up and down, battered ears twitching at the man's hissing voice. "You think I rise out of fear for your actions?" he posed quietly, taking a solid step forward and tilting his head in a way that incidentally put a vile glint through his singular eye. "That was preemption, vekikar, not fear. You would be wise to learn the difference," he added flatly. He wasn't yet interested in offering the male anything— neither food or camaraderie for winter— but he didn't seem to have any predilection to chasing him off either. A severe side effect of arrogance. "Why are you alone, on the cusp of winter?"