Blacktail Deer Plateau ratatouille

When they arrived on the border, Dante turned to the other, who apparently was in the same taciturn state as he. He did have the grace to feel a bit badly that this guy had caught him on an off day... even if he was a stranger. Thus, he attempted to take things to a bit more friendly note. After the obligatory warning, of course.

"Here we are. Try not to come back, at least unless you plan on pledging. Next time there won't be a warning." He might not be looking for a fight but that didn't mean he would hesitate should a trespass be done willingly and with negative intent. He had marked this male's scent as well as the one who had come before him. If he caught either of them around again, he would not be so lenient. He wasn't even so sure he should be the first time.

"You are new to these parts, then?" He asked, mildly curious. He was not pledged yet, for there was no pack scent upon him. A passing loner, then.