Oh Foolish, Foolish was I

Aresenn's keen senses immediately picked up on the sudden appearance at the edge of the tree line. His head tilted in silent question as he observed the mysterious figure that had abruptly halted at the threshold of the clearing. He could sense that something was amiss - there was a frenzied look in Sephiran's eyes that set his own fur on end. Even the sound of his own name called out in acknowledgement sounded off, almost as if it were meant as a threat. However, Aresenn remained steadfast and composed as the other brute approached. But deep down, he knew that there was trouble brewing, whatever it may be. You have so much explaining to do. "Is that so?" His voice remained steady, but inside he was steeling himself for the inevitable and preparing to face whatever hostility he was being met with.

"Aresenn Praetor"