Beyond the borders

The stranger’s reaction was enough to convince Regulus that he’d merely stumbled across the border without realizing it, and at Varon’s words, the behemoth nodded, relaxing his dominant stance and studying the brown fellow frankly.

He paused, then added, “You look hungry, so I think I know a way we can smooth things over. My pack could use a large prey animal. What would you say to helping me hunt a mule deer in my main lands, with some help? In return, I’ll allow you to stay on Celestial’s lands, under my protection. You'll have a chance to rest, eat, and escape the heat for a few days before you head on your way. If that doesn’t sound like a plan, you can still head on your way, but don’t expect to get away with crossing the borders again, accidentally or not.”

The deal was on the ground before the male. Two options. One that would increase relations with a pack for helping them, and would help him in return, and one that would still let him leave unscathed, but would carry a consequence that if he intruded again, whether by accident or by choice, he’d come under attack.