Sawtooth Spire bleed through spaces

eyes had just closed, chin resting against his paws as relaxation began to sink, into the muscles of his shoulders first and then gradually the rest of him would follow. the sound of footfalls! an eye peeks open, followed by the second, the rise of his head and then the push to his paws as her scathing retort bites across the air betwixt them.

an amused snort; that temptation to play with fire guiding him.

too bad, he drawls; thinking that the territory was large enough she could easily go on her way and avoid him entirely. i'm sure your climb back down will be plenty isolating for you. an invitation offered: to stay and suffer his companionship or leave.

though, in truth, warsbane held no desire to be territorial over a place he would leave in a few days or so. he was an explorer. seeker of adventure and hunter of lost secrets. at the moment, he had no desire to place roots in any one place in particular: claimed or not.