Sun Mote Copse tell me that story about the west again

Behemoth had no interest in talking things out. Especially this late in the game. A growl bubbled up in his throat once more, tail arching and curling over his spine. He lifted his head high up. Pale yellow eyes stared the other male down. He was daring him to challenge him again. Behemoth was full of useless youthful energy to waste on this scrapping.

But for the sake of the other he finally rumbled in far too deep tones. It's mine. Leave. If his word was not headed, Behemoth was more than ready to go again.