Redsand Canyon *This Thread Topic BLEEPED OUT For Your Safety*

thorn was not accustomed to his dinner talking back to him, and so, he delivered an incredulous snort as the weasel's sass-train nearly bulldozed him. setting into a crouching position not so far away from the strange contraption, the hulking brute seemed to be sizing up both nynka and the box with judicious deliberation.

after what seemed a lengthy time he gave a shrug of his shoulders. he wasn't one to enjoy being sassed, and the implication he was little wounded him deeply -- but he was not one to quarrel words - especially with a creature possessing wit many times his superior. "i'd rather kill you," he growled, lurching into a flat gallop rather abruptly.

like a bull thus enraged to have been taunted too long, thorn swung his head and charged -- making directly for the little weasel with no sign of stopping. she would likely move, and he would likely not alter his course -- instead, he would plow right by the spot where she had stood and make his leave, a derisive snort announcing his departure.