Ravensblood Forest a man that’s down to fight

He draws in a breath as the other male chooses words over actions again. Vermouth defies the command, steeling himself. He's prepared to "scrap" and makes this known by answering the threats with his own deep, reverberating growl. But before things can escalate further than that, a second woman arrives from behind him, distracting Vermouth into silent stillness.

She seems unbothered by the scene she finds. His eyes flick from her over to the she-wolf beside him when she speaks. A disapproving look passes over his face like a cloud, though his eyes flicker when she suggests they rendezvous elsewhere. Vermouth squints in surprise when a nudge follows, her message clear.

Like her, he keeps his yellow gaze on the two ruffians as they reluctantly move away from Murkwood. Before Vermouth faces forward and decides whether to keep following his cohort or go his own way -- he has no interest whatsoever in meeting this "captain" -- he halts in his tracks.

They're a good distance away now, which makes it difficult to lock eyes. But he stares straight at the pair as he arches his tail even more severely and then makes a point to scrape his paws through the dirty snow underfoot.