and i as future kings walk off the edge

Jace froze as bloody muzzle lifted to point at him, only to be wiped of gore mere seconds later. He watched as her hackles rose, and his followed suit. He was not about to not protect himself, if she decided to fly off the handle or something of the like. So he stood there with his own hackles bristling and watching her with blue eyes full of wariness. He was tired of meeting aggressors, they were really really starting to piss him off.

He growled right back in return and spoke softly I'm not here to take your food Miss. I was merely walking. I can't help it that you happen to be right near my pack lands. Not on them, near them.