all my friends are heathens

*Lykos I* · (This post was last modified: 08-16-2016, 07:29 PM by Lykos I.)

The retort was something that made Lykos bristle, though he understood and accepted that butting heads with this stranger would do nothing good. "Lykos Ancora, Heir of Ivalice," he fired back quickly, his voice ringing with the dominance that he did not unleash very often. Within a moment, though he would come face to face with the male, and he inhaled deeply, eyeing Steel. Under all of the musty, wet and metal scent of the mines that clogged his nose, he scented a wolf he recognized - Esarosa, who led the hunt.

Still, he did not stand down; he did not know this wolf, and the Ivalice scent was not strong. He would await for the man's response. He did not smell of blood or violence as far as Lykos could tell, but one could not be too certain. He still demanded an answer, and any more questions from Steel would hardly be tolerated until he revealed his identity.

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all my friends are heathens

Lykos I