Dragoncrest Cliffs friendly, but not your friend.

He rolled his eyes so far back in his sockets it practically made a sound, before he fixed his irate glare on the well-meaning man again. He even gestured toward the skull, which was still within his sight and thus, much too close. 

"I said 'get rid of it,' not 'scoot it five feet away so I can still see it an' smell it,'" He said. He was beginning to wonder if the wolf lacked common sense. He must at least be a bit pliable and useful, though- as his sister had managed to convince him to find and bring such a thing himself. From the wound on his shoulder, it was likely that he had perhaps killed the animal as well. 

"Take it, ditch it, destroy it- I do not want to see it again," He said with a shudder. "Den come back wid a better proposal. I will wait." He said, sitting down. It was about as patient as he was willing to be, but he was not so cruel as to reject the man altogether for the one blunder.