Barrow Fields lay your weapons down

She didn't tell him. That was alright. Artaax was unphased as she snapped at him and turned to walk away. It was clear she was completely over his company and now was likely the time for him to get back to hunting something more attainable. He considered the fox again and how nice it would be to have a warm meal in his belly, but decided after a moment that the angry brunette would be more satisfying.

"Nice meeting you, Fuckyou Asshat'Creep," he called to her before she had gone all too far, letting the inflection adopted for Trigedasleng drip across the words to make it sound more like an exotic name than the angry insult it was meant to be.