Dragoncrest Cliffs I can see where we all soon will be

Oh hell no. Artax was not about to be insulted by some weirdo carrying around a sack of who-knows-what. It doesn't, he said dryly, laying down with the bone as he began to gnaw on it, keeping his yellow eyes on the red wolf as he did so. That's right, ungrateful twerp, you are not gonna make Jorma leave where he wants to relax. Never mind the fact that the stranger had been here first. He'd insulted the Eyjolfur, and Artax would not be pushed away so easily.

He paused chewing the bone for a moment. So are you always like this, or are you exceptionally awful today?