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A growl drew Atshen's attention from the earth and to where the other man stood. Every inch of his being grew rigid as he picked himself up slowly and when he reached his tallest height, Atshen felt the hair along his nape spike. His mind processed his observations quickly as he looked to the larger male, sizing him up silently as he allowed a silence to settle between them. This man was bigger than him, but he wasn't concerned as he had already fought wolves larger than he was. The question that stood at the forefront of Atshen's mind was how skilled this wolf was in the art of fighting. This wolf appeared to have a fighter's build, a strong standing that would help him in combat, yet, Atshen had yet to know of just how this man fought. He collected his limited thoughts as he observed the older wolf carefully, yet, he did not drive his assault further. Instead, he opted to wait for and see how Rollo responded the Silencer's stance. 

There was no doubt in his mind that this would be resolved peacefully-- especially when the other man was so close to the woods. He could not allow himself to let this stranger pass and he would do everything in his power to protect his mother's lands. Letting out a growl of his own, Atshen replied to the other man's show of dominance with one of his own. He stood at full height and pulled his tail over his back, and he stood rigidly as if implying that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.