Valley of Gold the drake

there was a dark blot on the horizon. ikaros' eyes narrowed. was the heat making his mind slip? was this some sort of mirage? either way, he tenses. lean muscle coiling beneath short fur, his withers prickling with unease. 

it moves closer. a massive wolf, shrouded in hues of black and a red he's never seen before. he would've been easy on the eyes, if ikaros wasn't so grouchy. all he sees right now is a threat. 

ears pin against his head, and his lips curl into a sneer. a piss-poor choice; he wouldn't last long in a scuffle with this man, but that's never stopped him before. he's driven by anger, always has been. handsome strangers don't change that. 

"invited?" he scoffed, thin tail lashing. why the fuck would he even want to be invited to this hell hole? and more importantly, or perhaps unsettling—who would invite him?

eyes of gold bore into the stranger, sharp and uninviting. he doesn't like the way this man is leering at him, and it's obvious in the way he shifts on his paws, the way his hackles prick. 

he would know of it. what a pompous bastard. 

"invited where? i'm here on my own accord." foolishly, probably, but it doesn't matter. "who are you, anyway?" he less so asks and instead demands.