Northstar Vale Pas de Pitié

The silence did not to ease his mood. Teeth now bared, he was looking for a fight.

His stance strong he waited for the other to make any sort of movement. To speak, to run, to bite. The responsible thing would be to call Paladé, have her assist him in herding the stranger away from them, but today such actions would not be taken.

If the other ran, he would chase, if they were caught, he would bite. No, not bite, but rather rip.