Hoshor Plains coming home

trouble? no, no, drawls the wrangler. we're just two men talkin', but arktos visibly toes the line between wanting to cuff the shit out of the boy whose on his lands, giving him choices like he has any authority here, puffing his chest and lifting his chin and tail.

arktos laughs; a deep belly laugh that comes when it's the least expected. you gotta a lot to learn about the world boy, chuckles arktos. and the way i see it, you can stay here and learn. but as an omega, for whatever that little bit 'a bullshit was or, the amusement threatens to die, in arktos' gaze then and he pulls himself up to his full height, upper lip curling back over his teeth; moving closer to cassidy. you can get the fuck off my land.

and as arktos does not expect the first to be a viable option to the arrogant child before him, he suspects that he might meet some resistance to the second. so, he's prepared. prepared to cause pain, to chase off ... if that was what it came to.