Neverwinter Forest if you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea

Oi!  No fair posting right before I get home and am able to! :P

He totally appreciated when people respected his fledgling pack.  A little farther than usual, (actually probably on a certain jerk's trail from a while ago), he didn't appear quite so promptly as he would have otherwise.  Still, he trotted on over that way.  Or he was amiable until he saw who it was who was "greeting" them.  Um.  What.

Mal, was done with this chick.  He was coming from deeper inside the territory, and the change in his face was probably quite visible after the second of gawking.  But that was it, he just sprinted at her, not making any noise other than his footfalls, but visually a giant bristled pile of dominance and aggression, face twisted monstrously.  New person would have to wait, he was done with this idiot.  He dove at her with an open maw, snarl arriving only in those last few feet to cross, to lock on to whatever bit he could, get a grip of flesh, and shake his head to try to rip it clean, and he wasn't gonna stop trying until she left.  These lands were his, and if she wanted to risk her hide, he'd punch a hole in it.

She would not be staying in Neverwinter any more unless she wanted to be a corpse.