Silvertip Mountain chickity check yo self

He skittered to a halt as the beast leapt away, barely avoiding tumbling down the rise himself. The words pummeled him like hailstones, cold and sharp; he swung his head to stare in the direction of the predator, snarling. So he thought Dragomir was dead. Good. Verx would let him have that, if it kept his son safe.

You're a fucking monster, he spat, ears folded back. Not to mention a coward. Who hurts a kid?! Caiaphas. Touche. They would make a good savage pair. Fuck the both of them.

Get down here and face me instead of running away like the coward you are, Vercingetorix rasped, fur bristled out so that he looked twice his already enormous size. Like a particularly vengeful storm cloud, he was. A big fuzzy black ball of "fuck you the fuck up."

He began to prowl toward the ruddy figure in the shadows, trying to figure out what the hell to do next.