Hoshor Plains coming home

This giant of a man seemed brutish, and Cassidy doesn’t cotton to brutes. 
His name was Arktos. And this was Yellowstone, his claim. Arktos knows it hasn’t been claimed, but now it is, and that was that.

“Well then, mister Arktos, I was simply on a late night flaunt, and I ain’t lookin’ for trouble. But I guess I ran into it anyway.” He quipped, holding his tail and head higher in confidence. Imagine the college quarter back who thinks he’s good stuff. “I’ll give ya two choices: You can run me off, and forget about recruits, or, you can try and be more welcome with the land. There will be folks who don’ know bout’ your new claim who frequently travel these here plains.”

He then stood and waited, his olive eyes upon the giant’s face. 

Feel free to deal him a minor injury, like a leg bite or a scratch or somethin’ for being a jerk. XD