The Choice - Ben

Tor had been sleeping, the only time the big orcish brute look actually peaceful, but it wasn't long before he was roused by the stumbling, skittering sound of pawsteps and claws on rock. His brow immediately knit into a scowl when he spotted the nasty looking little beast approaching, but it was when it started screeching at him that he really woke up. And well, Tor wasn't known for being particularly patient or kind or... anything like that, really, so waking up from a pleasant nap to be screamed at didn't engender any warm cuddlies, that's for sure. A sharp, furious snarl ripped free from his throat to bounce around the cavern as loudly as the shriek of the annoying little interloper, and Tor rose to his full, considerable, height and took a few stomping, threatening steps forward to loom over the wolf. "Fuck you, I was here first! You leave me alone!" Already halfway to a rage, he glared.