Broken Antler Fen the vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

Which way should you go? he asked, mildly amused and a little bit flabbergasted at the question. I don't care, as long as it's away. And that was the truth of it. Beat it, kid! Now, his hackles were raised. Draper had asked nicely, and now he asked a lot less nicely. His lip curled, he growled, and his muscles tightened. He knew that if he wanted to actually make this place his own, he was going to have to toughen up. Mr. Nice Guy could only be around for so long before Mr. Ugly Guy had to make an appearance.

He didn't want to fight this pink-nosed wolf, but he knew he would if he had to.