Hideaway Strath I was nineteen in a white dress

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This was exactly why Adlartok had stayed alone for so many years. The small talk, the drivel. Unless he liked you and you could get past that hard outer shell, he was absolutely an asshole. He had no time, for pointless excursions and visitors. He had tried for Warden once upon a time, almost had it, but now he was absolutely certain that his piss poor attitude and his fuck you tone, was going to cause him serious issues.

Artok shifted at her tone, and felt like smirking. Good he was getting under her skin as much as she was getting under his, however he was a pack mate, and he was trying to not make enemies. So he kept his face and body neutral.

I'm afraid I can't let you in, but I can either howl again, or go further in and bring him to you. He is a very busy wolf. 

Artok swallowed the bile that rose in his throat. He was already over this whole warden, be nice thing. But he was trying, lord was he trying.

I am fine with a scuffle if you'd like one if Artok is too much of a jerkface