OOC: Last reply for the night <3 sorry it is short, i'll do better next time around ^^
Shaw was normally a rather calm and quite a happy wolf, a stranger’s voice in the middle of his lands made him bristle, he turned his eye to the boy that stood near him to see what he was doing. Shawchert, normally thinking about how intimidating he was and making himself less so, stood to full height and looked down at the coyote, his eyes bore down on him.
What are you doing here? You don’t belong here, you are trespassing.
He stated, the hammer in one hand was being clutched tightly, though Shaw knew how to use a sword he wasn’t about to use the hammer on the boy unless he had a really really good explanation for being inside his borders. He was very protective of his lands, though he knew they use to be a traveling place between packs, but his scent as well as the whole packs scent had already settled in the borders, the biggest of indications that the area was now claimed. The coyote must not have a sense of smell then, Shawchert concluded, to be this far into Cercatori… and not know he was now in claimed lands. Either that or really dumb Shawchert told himself, but soon made his mind wander somewhere else, he did not judge anyone based on looks or even a first encounter…
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