Hideaway Strath Stand down, I'm a God in the making

Arashi knew nothing of this stranger, but based on his manner, composure, and size alone, it was obvious he wouldn't accept the behavior so easily.

Kynareth snapped back in retaliation. The hound had been too slow to react, thus, the teeth met his skin, tearing a deep scar along the snout. Slow droplets of blood fell, dragging along his curved, snarling lips.

Funny guy? Who was he calling funny? Nothing had been funny.

Clearly, the metaphor wasn't registering.

That's the problem. I don't know you. Arashi snarled in return, figure gravitating closer to Fury, ensuring that there was space between her and Kynareth.

The Warchief may have given the "okay", but that didn't mean he would approve.

She may have allowed you to stay, but you would be wise not to get too close. "Too close", physically and internally. The choice may be up to Fury, but Arashi sure as hell wasn't going to allow his stay to be permanent. Kyn needed to get it through his head that this was temporary; to not get too comfortable.