PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

The woman stared into his eyes briefly, before beginning to shriek. "Leave me alone!" His brow furrowed at her in anger. "Off! Get away! It's none of your business! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to trespass! Let me up, I'll get out! Just GET OFF ME!" The lass began to snarl, attempting to bite at his paw, and then towards his face. The man stomped his front paws down on her shoulder to stop her before latching his jaws around her scruff, pulling her out from under him violently before throwing her to smack into a tree. As she slid down, he snarled in her face.

"Just because you are going through something does not give you the right to treat others badly. You better calm your act before I rip it out of you." He growled, leaping on top of her to prevent her from leaving. "Now I ask again, who are you, and why did you want to die on my lands?" He asked sharply, his teeth still bared at her. "I am not going to ask for a third time, so out with it. I have no time for childishness and insolence. You can ask my first wife as she rots in a cage, but for her that is simply a mercy. I have no reason to keep you captive, you're just an outsider who attempted a sin to my kind on my land. So your excuse better be good."

Beartooth;