Emberflame Ridge Radiation

Warbone stopped chewing and swiveled his head slowly, following the tailend of her long, dark body in an effort to keep some part of her in view. The wolf bred for battle knew better than to let a potential opponent completely enter his blindspot— and he had an entirely new one to defend these days. His upper lip curled, presenting her with a stained fang a moment before her apology slithered forward like a coaxing lie. His copper tail lashed suddenly, and the bloodied baron pushed himself onto his feet, turning his good eye on her fully. "Have you seen enough?" he drawled at her unhappily; his grumpiness having nothing at all to do with her.