Shadowwyn Moor beauty was your armor

so there is fun in stomping on hunting parties, huh? alamar cannot relate, sorry dude. maybe it’s the sour look on the petite canine’s face that this warrior is after, for that is what he gets in return. a puff of cheeks, an irritated twitch of the tail. ears staying flattened back.
brawls over it though? nah. alamar isn’t the fighting type, unless they’re a true scumbag that needs to be dealt with, and even then, it’s more likely that he’d get his ass handed to him than anything.
i was planning on feeding me, with that. he motions his muzzle, too, eyes staring in challenge, amusement flickering brief as the knight is the one to back from personal space. alamar had been frozen, certainly, and impacted by various thoughts, yet he’d kept his ground awkward as it may have been.
i don’t “enjoy” chasing. more the type to enjoy being chased, if anything, as suggested by the slip of a simper.