The Willow

It was clear his warning had been heard, hearing the stutters with a feminine tone, "B-be c-careful w-where y-you stand." Obviously the woman tried to sound a bit confident and playful, but her voice betrayed her, gleaming royal orbs now searching to see who had replied to him. Varon took a step out, the vines curling around him as if they were moving just for him. "I'll go, I'm sorry." It was the strangers back he could only see, scanning over her red and tan small body, making the foreigner amused that she would even attempt to talk back. It was a bad idea to challenge someone, even with words, if they could not back them up with a fight.

Varon would watch for a moment, but then an idea came to his head. Perhaps this female was familiar to the land? Maybe she could help him figure out a good hunting spot, or better more fertile lands for a lone wolf, lands that had more smaller prey, as even with his size, it was difficult to take down large deer. Wait," Varon would bark out suddenly, revealing himself fully into the light as he stepped out. It was difficult speaking to strangers, and the man preferred to avoid it as much as possible, but he was defeated in finding lands around here which were not covered in water, covered in sand, or covered in rock. There was a need for some aid. "Do you live here?"