Dragoncrest Cliffs snoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop

Yeah okay so what the fuck?

It was like watching ants come out of a hole. One by one they came, summoned to the sound by some invisible force of nature. Like the dark-headed woman had some sort of dark magic to match her dead, cold eyes. Or the seductress she'd had with her had the best hoo-ha in all the land. He couldn't explain it. He was mystified.

He sat propped against one of the sequoias closest to the cliffs, trying to get as good of a view as he could. He could go down there, but he really wasn't in the mood to deal with that mouthy asshole from the other day. Plus he was needed here, in case they really got too big for their britches and decided to scale the cliffs. Fuck, like what the fuck?!

He leapt to his paws and growled at the sequoia, pretending it was a particularly large enemy. He charged and stopped just short of ramming himself into it, spittle flying in ropes from his jaws.

He was about ready to jump out of his fucking skin.