Ravensblood Forest a man that’s down to fight

The other male seems unperturbed by the eye contact, smiling mockingly at his unwanted guests as he delivers a soliloquy that splays Vermouth's ears. They nearly disappear against his skull, though he soaks in every word like a sponge. His unblinking gaze fixes on the foul-mouthed stranger as he begins swaggering around them.

"You talk a lot," says Vermouth at the same time the she-wolf speaks, taunting the man before questioning him. "If you have to say you are, you aren't."

He thrusts his ears forward, tail stiffening as it lifts. He asserts his dominance silently, taking a single plodding step toward the babbling man as if to say, Prove it.