Strong is all that Matters

Sorry, Scim's done talking. :c

Scimitar had thoroughly made his point – the stranger had trespassed on his lands, and the cinnamon regal had let him know with tooth and claw – he had then even uttered a warning out, in case the ivory wolf had not got the point.

It would seem he still didn’t. Rather than heed his advice, the male began spouting out words – all questions that Scimitar didn’t give a damn about. Truly, if Shadow wanted to send his little minions here to traipse across his land in a Fox-like manner, Scimitar was not one to indulge further conversation.

His attack had been a warning before – now he was out for blood. Without waiting, the male leapt forward once more, this time his jaws aiming to clasp at the wolf’s throat. He would drag his lifeless body across the borderline if he had to.