Ghost Lion Crag If you face the fear that keeps you frozen

She didn't leave immediately, which strengthened Artaax's ire. The silent snarl on his face deepened. The days when he would control his expressions and his body language were gone. He didn't care anymore if his enemies knew his every thought. He had only one emotion left. Rage.

Her words were curiously casual. He noted the familiarity in them, but he had none for her. Were he more of himself and less of an empty shell of anger, he might've recognized her as the girl from the cave that had intrigued him. As it was, he just saw a trespasser that needed to get the fuck out of his home. Not that he had ever actually marked borders or done anything whatsoever to show that he considered this area to be his, other than being a giant dick to strangers.

"Get out of my territory," he snarled, his voice gravelly and strained from not using it for so long.