Shadow Mountain Vhenan Aravel

Working onto his feet, Varian kept his eyes glued to the dainty thing, mindlessly stepping up the slope he'd once rested upon.

Are you stupid or something? You almost did! A gruff vibration festered in his chest, urging him forward and further up the rocks. He had no intention of picking a fight, especially seeing as from the looks of it, it wouldn't have been a difficult one — But that didn't stop whatever confrontational itch he had from tugging him along.

His fur bristled wildly along his spine, a dramatic display necessary only to his ego. Maybe, if you'd paid attention to all the shit happening around you, you would've noticed.