Ouroboros Spine There's something wretched about this

The man's attitude would have suited a yearling, not the creature he looked upon now. While Raimo could not judge the true age of the man he saw the self-assured manner of his response and general heft and health of his body, which in tandem with his scent gave him some indications. The last thing Raimo wanted was a fight with someone older and more experienced; then again, perhaps this man wasn't willing to put his hide on the line for the two women, not in the way Raimo was.

The mountain and its inhabitants are my business. He shoots back. We only have a problem if you choose to stay without expectations. That is on you. Raimo's posture shifted to something a little loftier. He prowled alongside where the man had been walking, not yet reaching to snap at his hocks or prompt him to leave. The hunter had to at least pretend the stranger had a choice in the matter.

So... What say you? Raimo watched him, his gaze impassive, the only warmth found in the glimmer of one eye.