Present tense

Magnus scoffed at the man's words, rolling his eyes similarly to the dirt colored man. Frankly, before he came here he hardly knew of the ways the wolves of Boreas used, but that didn't stop him from adapting and overcoming. The primitive way of life he'd come from before was laughable compared to the new life he'd found where wolves grew much taller than him before they were even a year old and had wings. Grab Ted, Mortis was the only wolf he'd ever known to have wings, but damn near everyone was taller than him in the armada, even some of the women.

"Might as well." He shrugged nonchalantly, smirking at the man now for his dick comment. Magnus was a pro at dickery and sarcasm and it felt good to use it on this random stranger. He was on his best behavior within the walls of Ashen and the Armada, and even though it was starting to stick, he enjoyed sassing those he found outside the walls.

Even Magnus had failed to notice the lion as it traversed the rocks at first, and it wasn't until the stranger said something that he turned and cursed. He'd fought a panther and a pack of hyenas, but neither alone. He had Sirius for the panther, a massive man, and Resin for the hyenas who was also massive. Those he could trust, but this man? He half expected him to be gone by the time he turned back around. So much so, that he didn't even bother turning his back on the lion to even check if the man was still there.

Hackles raised, Magnus erupted a defensive snarl in the direction of the big cat hoping to ward it off. As if the cat were deaf, it ignored his warning and continued its approach.