Burn it down

He only cast an eye in the male's direction when his ears picked up the sound of rustling fur and small pawsteps. It was a stranger. A white male with lime green eyes. Gargoyle heard the words without any change to his being. Relief, annoyance, curiosity, they all had more or less the same look when it came to the northern drake. The only shift came when the scrawny white male peeled back his muzzle to show a hint of teeth. To that, the beast known as Gargoyle merely raised a black brow. Really? But the smaller male seemed to think better of it and the snarl faded as quickly as it had come. At that, Gargoyle's face returned to it's placid default and he gazed back at the dark ocean. "My mistake, then," he said simply. He watched the waves churn, going from black glass, to a rolling navy blue, to frothy white as the breakers formed and washed upon the sand. One came just close enough to nip at the giant's forepaws.

Now that the male was closer Gargoyle could read his scent better. No, he most certainly was not a Glaciem. He bore none of the distictive pine and ice scent that lurked in both Snowfalls and Sparse Pines. What he did bear on his fur, was the smell of Redwoods. And that only meant on thing. Gargoyle suddenly faced the wolf, his head cocking over so slightly, his gaze as unreadable as ever. "You're Amenti, aren't you?" Gargoyle had a low, grumbling sort of voice, naturally and this time he would've had good reason to allow the growl to soak his words further. Even if this pack member didn't have a clue as to the outside world, the one they hailed as Alpha Male had stirred up enough trouble in other lands.