Hoshor Plains No one needs to hear your words...

He was aggraviated, then turned into some slick-tongued wolf, like Renard. She probably wouldn't been more annoyed, and baring her own teeth if he didn't do so first. She thought he was trying to put on a persona of annoyance, but now after meeting some who truly were of silver-tongues, he was like nothing.

"Man, you are a sad excuse of a wolf," she laughed, like a barbarian, jolly with a hint of malice. She enjoyed his attempts to lure her so, but Orlaith has learned so. She didn't give him what he wanted and just laughed in his face.

"You proposing a spar?"