Head bowed towards the water exposing the strong, elegant curve of his spine as salmon pink tongue slipped from betwixt his lips and he lapped eagerly at the cool water, spitting out a downy duck feather that drifted lazily on the current, swiping his paw across his lips to dislodge it before he returned his attention to the lake to continue his drink. Aside from the occasional protest of a duck as it lazily glided past him where he drank, having no intention of stopping until he was back in the Sunspire Mountain region once more Sumayl intended to fill up on water though he was aware that it would have him to urinate a few times on the way back, but that he wasn't too terribly concerned with, it was as serene as a lake full of ducks could possibly be. He didn't notice that he wasn't alone until the ducks, uneasy and spooked, rose into flight of chaotic flying feathers and loud, obnoxious screeches. Though Sumayl's lips did not lift from the water, golden gaze settled on the creature that had ruined the quiet atmosphere of the lake. The Ostrega was annoyed but figured that they were both adults and that they had enough free will to ignore one another.
It would not go down that way it appeared when the ivory creature across from him furiously spat at him about what he was doing there. Head rose slowly to stare at the other male whose eyes were bearing heatedly into Sumayl, golden gaze returning the harsh stare. As far as Sumayl cared he didn't owe anyone any explanation because this was a free territory and he could do whatever he damn well pleased. Hearing the words spill from the ivory man's lips across from him, though, would have made any third party observe think that Sumayl had trespassed on claimed lands. Except he hadn't and Sumayl had no desire to back down when he had every right to enjoy the amenities of the lake — besides he'd been there first.
Sumayl let the other wolf's unwarranted wrath role off of him, assuming that another “big man” like himself was trying to show him up by instigating violence. Sumayl enjoyed confrontation as much as the next narcissistic, testosterone male but he wasn't in the kind of man that fought an immature little shit – at least that was how Sumayl assessed Silvermane - without good reason. The use of the word goldie to describe him (though not entirely inaccurate) irritated him — after all he had a name and “Goldie” wasn't it. “Calm your tits Snow White,” Sumayl snickered at his enraged companion. “This is a free territory and last time I checked I didn't have to answer to little bitches like you.” Two could play at the perverse game and Sumayl intended to win it.