Little Goat Mountain that he is to take possession before Michaelmas,

exit buff <3

he was not unaware of how the one-eyed goddess circled away from him, nor was he stranger to the passive request that he depart in the fancywolf's voice. buffalo lifted his chin, staring coldly at each of the trio in turn. "too much for you?" the madman purled with an airy wave of his plume; then ice lanced through his voice, dragging it to a grit-filled snarl. "i know when i'm not welcome," the bear-child hissed sharply, two-toned eyes burning with barely restrained hatred toward the three.
"it's not a good idea to make enemies of kings," he murmured in the next moment, having swiftly found his calm and his usual humour. fixing tantalus with a slow and knowing smirk, the unhinged creature performed a low and mocking bow. buffalo turned and sauntered into the thick woodland then, soon swallowed from sight and trailing a high-pitched titter.