Blacktail Deer Plateau Last Resort [IC Joining]

If she expected him to take pity on her, she was going to be sorely disappointed. When she declared her hunger, then implied he should allow her to hunt on the plateau's grounds, he ground his teeth together and growled again. He could hardly believe her audacity, though her show of submission, at least, placated him somewhat.

Still, his tongue lashed out in anger. "And the moment it crossed into our lands, it was no longer yours to hunt, end of story," Peregrine replied. "I will tell you right now that I don't give a shit about your wellbeing, so you won't get anywhere trying to play the pity card." He paused, eyes flashing. "Believe me, I'm not worried about attracting predators." He sounded almost amused as he said it, as if he found the notion ludicrous—which he did.

"In other words," he said summarily after a few beats, "if you have no other business here, get lost." He complemented this statement—nay, command—with a severe scowl and a predatory lash of his long, black tail.