Dragoncrest Cliffs Tangie

Shea had not personally wronged this wolf, yet she looked at him with such searing disdain that he felt his skin prickle ominously, expecting the worst. He had no way of knowing that his blood had abandoned this lot, nor that an attempt to explain his presence here would be seen as an excuse for something nefarious or untoward.

He would have chalked the whole situation up to a surge of her protective hormones if not for the moody poem she provided by way of an explanation.

The coppertail’s ears flashed forward in surprise.

Njord? A coward?

It sounded nigh impossible. But what else would explain the vitriol in her voice and in her goldbar glare. He supposed the aggression was there even before he had spoken, but Shae was not one to speculate under duress. They had lost lives, too, which she had no reason to lie about. He shook his head, not wanting to believe it, and his frown ruffled the white mark upon his brow.

A Dhia, whit shan, he murmured, disturbed. Ma condolences tae ye an’ yers. He sincerely doubted it would mean much, especially coming from him, but he was an earnest wolf if nothing else.

Whether he could bring himself to believe her or not, however, the goldtouched wolf was successful with her words in making him think she had been made unreasonable by bereavement; speaking of lives as if they were property or a meal. He knew a threat when he heard one, and he had no intention of paying towards such a steep imaginary debt.

Ah will trouble ye no longer. He backed away, in case she had more to say but moreso because it was wiser not to give her angry stare his vulnerable backside, before he turned to quickly trot far from their borders, heading south.