Bonesplinter Ravine Lost in translation

But I can see rats have moved in. 

The words have Kynareth smirking dangerously. His aura menacing and the cocky way he moves himself towards the other male says that he’s not in the mood for an argument. He lowers his massive head, a twitch on his lips as he snarls down to him.

“I think you’re the rat.” He teases, that same smile twisting his wrinkled muzzle maliciously. “We’re here to clean house.” He ends dramatically. 

He lifts his head then. As if he was, quite literally, royalty. “Beat it before I kill you, kid.” He purrs. “There’s no such thing as gods in this valley, but it seems you’re lucky that I’m not tearing up that pretty pelt of yours.” A quick pause. “Now run and I might not decorate myself with your blood.”