Blacktail Deer Plateau The Gathering of the Clouds

The exchange was interesting but turned amusing swiftly. He hadn't anticipated Raleska's directness, nor the way the other drove his complaints home. Perhaps the real amusement was his complaint about his claim at their doorstep—Valtari could not resist letting a chuckle slip from where he lurked, and knew it would give him away if he hadn't been seen already.

"Perhaps you should try setting your teeth to them," he offered as he joined the fray, harmlessly clicking his together for effect. "I would gladly tear the unwanted from here if I found them." But he was built for such a thing, had been taught to protect hearth and home and kin from the beginning. And this fellow? Perhaps not, but the fire was there and Valtari sought to stoke it.

With a pointed gaze at the two-toned wolf, he went along.

"They cross your borders because they have no respect for you. Give them reason to be wary and they will stop, and perhaps they'll rally to your claim. Winter comes," and he didn't feel the particular need to mention the ominous events.