Bonesplinter Ravine inevitabilis

His languid gaze was met with a stony glare of her own; the honey-sweet of his voice with a disapproving clack of her teeth and a growl of warning at his sudden closeness. She continued to rumble until eventually her jaws arced in an angry snap towards his offending muzzle.

She should chase him away now. Though the ravine wasn't technically under Reyna's watch, his proximity to their borders had ramped her dislike tenfold. Her features tightened at his next words, eyes narrowed in disbelief. 

"You are husband to no one. Certainly not to her." It wasn't true - was it? Not this pathetic excuse of a man. "If you ever call me pretty again - vell, I am not a fan of liers."