Alpine Lake Left Behind To The Wolves

The red woman made mention of his manners once more, but his patience had worn thin for being called rude. The devil did not believe that he owed this stranger any sort of nicety. At her remark, he uttered a guttural growl and then parted his jaws to snap at her muzzle. While she had pulled her head away from him upon his arrival, Ithrik had made move to lunge at her in order to close the gap. His intention was to lock his teeth tightly to the bridge of her mouth and bite down with enough force to convey his message; you are nothing, and I will break you. The fire that flickered in his gaze was not welcoming or pleasant; she would have had better luck facing the depths of a savage sea swell than to pester the devil with vexing questions.