Wapun Meadow to colour in the darker side

Well, a fight he had desired, and it seemed a fight he would experience. The Reaper eyed the albino as his stance changed, pale tail arched high above his back and head raised as though he was the king of the Wilds. Mentally, the youth rolled his iced eyes. Foolish men did foolish things, and he could almost see the stupidity of this one. A dominant stance was nothing if it could not be backed up with strength and fighting ability, feats that Aries happened to be blessed with. He was a training assassin, his skills were far greater than his age would reveal.

You're too close to my pack. Leave. Now.

The words, spoken so monotonously, caused a flicker of amusement to spark within the Svartell's gaze - he had not intended to approach, nor cross, the borders of any pack. He might be a dangerous young man, but he was not a total fool. He pulled his lip up to reveal sharp fangs, a low rumbling reverberating from his chest as a warning growl. He was going nowhere.