There had been no mistaking that the dog King was on high-alert, listening for any sounds of disturbance along the pack's heavily-scented borders. Dark ears twitched at yet another sound, emerald eyes scanning the dark for the source. It was a scent he did not recognize as anything but the one who had been lingering here as of late, but he did not know more than the stranger's prolonged presence.
The secui mutt turned his head sharply at another sound, finding the man as the stranger spoke two simple words: the dog King's name. Sharp eyes took in the presence of the bow and arrow, a strange smell accompanying them on the air, though it was not one he recognized. Of course poison would be something foreign to him. When Vigilante had killed, he had done so with a dagger that he now kept hidden in his home. He very rarely carried it with him now.
"I am," he spoke strongly, trained eyes watching for the response of the stranger with the weapon. His stance was tall and dominant, defensive because of the current happenings of his life. "Can I help you with something?" He was very wary of the stranger and still on edge, but it did not call for a lack of formality.
.vigi-foryou b {color:#4E5E86; font-weight:bold; }
.vigi-foryou p {padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; text-indent:25px;}
.vigi-foryou {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#293041; letter-spacing:.1px; line-height:13px; width:375px; background-color:#FFFFFF; padding:10px 0px 180px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/vigi2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/html]