Felltree Marsh Suffering from FOMO, she can come too

Eleuthera’s player PM’d me saying I could skip! <3 btw -- content warning: bad words ahead. 

Riley didn’t know anything about all the ‘attacks and mutilations’ the woman espoused, but he did know one thing:

She sure liked hearing herself talk.

As far as he was aware, the band of wolves before him were just as bad. Did they not attack and mutilate him over being in unclaimed land? He rolled his eyes and a loud, audible sigh could be heard as the monologue droned on.

He could bear it no longer, especially when the sermon turned preposterous by way of — was that a command? From her? Who the hell did these wolves think they were, acting like they owned hundreds of miles of land? What was next, the entire valley?

There was no point in being diplomatic with these wolves. Too many bats in their belfry. This was the leader of the gang that had torn into him -- there was not an ounce of respect or love for her in Riley's mind. She might not have been the one that drove fangs into his hindquarters, but it only took thirty seconds of hearing her talk for Riley to realize she was just as full of herself as wolves she lead. 

He rose, his shadow cast down the stone he stood upon. Shut up, cunt. The male snarled, unabashed by all the eyes that would surely be upon him. Fuck off to your soggy trees. Riley’s tail climbed over his torn hips, his crocodilian stare unflinching as he gazed disgustedly into the crowd of wolves before him.