Wapun Meadow tremble for yourself my man

None of your fucking business.

Toad quirked a brow to that, as if amused. Anything in the meadow was his business, ever since Merrick had told him it was theirs. At his next question, Toad laughed aloud. Yeah, He uttered, You. You're my problem till you leave. He rumbled darkly, baring the tips of his fangs. Before he knew it, there was another one beside him, tiredly bumping against him and mumbling about what was going on. Here's what's going on. Your friend here needs to fuck off in ten seconds before I turn him into a warning for other kids tryna come this way. It's as simple as that, really. He uttered matter-of-factly, tail lashing behind him in the air. He drew closer slowly, now able to make out their features- a dark headed boy, and a ginger. Both kids. Ah, well- nothing personal. Yearling or not, Toad wouldn't be afraid to go all out. Anything to keep Merrick's land safe.