Hoshor Plains clown incoming

while arktos had excused it the first time trespassing had happened, because it had been a kid, because the borders hadn't all been marked yet; this time was not the same circumstance. the borders fully marked the perimeter of the plains like lines etched into an old coffee stained map; patrolled and refreshed regularly. and there was more of them. than just him. than just nephele.

there is no mercy in the cold gleam of mossgreen gaze as arktos takes after the scent like a relentless blood hound; barreling towards the noisy stranger on his land with lips curled back and a snarl rumbling deep in his chest.