Autumn's Days Are Numbered

He paused, and stared at her for a moment before realization dawned on him and aggravation quickly overtook his features. “Are you mocking me?!” He demanded through clenched teeth, his fur on end, eyes narrowed. “I could paint these rocks with your blood.” He snarled, his claws sinking into the earth. He had only ever been in one fight and had lost miserably, but this woman didn’t need to know that, and he had learned long ago that if you were big enough, no one would call your bluff. Or so he thought anyway. If she called his bluff he’d simply scoff and walk away, muttering that he didn’t have to waste his time on her, assuming she would give him the chance of course. He had already threatened her and his stance indicated that he was more willing to fight than he actually was. For all his empty threats and bravado however he did have several wolves who were loyal to him; his mother, his brother, Aranea he supposed although he wasn’t entirely sure. It might not have been today, but Tyranis knew that the day would come were she would curse the day she mocked him.