Northstar Vale Molars gnashing

Clay continued to glare at the individual as they sputtered and coughed in embarrassment. It felt nice to evoke such a reaction from another, and the imperian couldn't help but feel a bit of pride. "You're excused." He snapped coldly in return with his tail high.

At least this crowfodder had enough manners to apologize.

Stepping away from them, the slate male gave the other the view of his back, and along with it his shredded hind as he returned to his previous spot; far away and out of touch. He didn't trust the ghost—not with his memorable entrance. He would keep his distance now.

If the other advanced he would run.

"It's considered uncouth to ask for one's name without giving their own first."