That One Spot in The Tundra [Open]

[MerchantMan]

Not many people live in the Sionad Tundra. Yes, sparse settlements here and there eked out a living hunting and gathering, living in seclusion, but anyone wise enough or with a clean enough reputation wouldn't or couldn't imagine wanting to live with the seclusion or the day to day fight against the forces of nature.

And yet, settlements here inflamed around the hot springs like a bad rash. Weary hunters, fugitives, all kinds took to the tundra, and whenever one man finds that one precious hot spring out in the tundra, more are sure to come, turning the beauty of the barren tundra to an eye sore of tents and ramshackle housing.

Aippaq knew this. He didn't know much, to be sure. He didn't know much of the lands to the south, and he knew nothing of magic, but he did know settlers.

Settlers, hunting, the tundra, and the manaia. That was pretty much all Aippaq knew. But sitting in his tent, next to the hearth, Aippaq knew at least three more things.

One, that he was safe from the snowstorm raging like a mad god's breath outside.

Two, that no settler, intending to trespass on his spot or no, would be coming anywhere near.

And third, that if anyone did trespass in this weather, he could easily scare them off.

In these three pieces of knowledge, Aippaq took comfort. His prayer and small blood offering to the manaia had hopefully been heard, and the day would end peacefully.

[FlowyWolf]

Fanglil wasn't prepared to that snowstorm, especially because he forgot where he left his clothes.
He had his usual urge to turn in his wolf's shape, that morning, but then, when hours had passed and he had walked around the tundra for so long, he simply couldn't remember where he left his waistcoat and his pants.

That would have been embarrassing, he couldn't turn again in his human shape, unless he wanted to be naked in front of the whole world.

"I absolutely need to find a way to have always some clothes with me, I can't go on this way." Walking tiredly through the tundra, the wolf finally saw that small tent, its shape hidden behind the strong snowstorm.

It was just a single tent, not a big settlement as usually, and that was simply perfect to Fanglil.

"Hopefully, who lives there would have some clothes to borrow me!". Encouraged by that new hope, Fanglil trotted toward the tent happily, willing to know what kind of people could live in such an isolated place as that and, moreover, to receive some clothes to finally turn again into his human shape.

Therefore, when he finally got close enough to the tent, he howled happily to announce his presence and then he shouted:
"Hey there, could anyone in there borrow me some clothes?". As always, he didn't think about how weird could be to hear a wolf scream that way, but he simply stood there wagging his tail like a happy dog, waiting to see who lived into that humble tent.

[MerchantMan]

"Hey there, could anyone in there borrow me some clothes?"

The howl still resounded in Aippaq's ears when he heard that. Someone was out there. In the middle of a snowstorm. Asking for clothes.

They also had a dog or something similar. Wolves wouldn't come this close to settled land. Especially not alone.

In the immediate moment following, many thoughts flew about his head. Those words would mean yield two instant facts.

Firstly and foremost, that there was someone actually outside in the middle of a snowstorm.

Second, that that someone was apparently undressed.

These two thoughts floated in Aippaq's head for a few moments before a third thought, and all the consequent rage, swelled within his head.

"Trespasser," He swore under his breath.

He scrambled around the tent, donning his white, bear-skin coat, his lucky helmet, and his trusted fishing spear. If a trespasser was here in this weather, he would be prepared to fight one of the toughest, or most foolhardy foes he would ever face.

Either way, the trespasser, and his mutt would leave, or he would become a frozen corpse.
Approaching the tent flap in a crouch, Aippaq waited, spear in a vice grip, waiting for another sound, a reason to leap out the front and scare off, or failing that, gore whatever awaited outside in the howling storm.

Silence, and yet more silence. Nothing more than the sound of wind. Could it have been his imagination? No, he was sure it had been a man's voice he had heard.

The silence was unbecoming of any other settler he had encountered before. Normally he'd be hearing footsteps, some sort of breathing or shuffling in the snow, but the wind played havoc with his ears. He would have to take a look outside.

With care, Aippaq slowly moved the tent flap aside, his grip on the spear unfailing.
In front of his tent, within the swirling snow and roaring gales, sat an abnormally large wolf.
He stared intently into the wolf's green eyes.

"Shoo," Aippaq hissed through gritted teeth. Turning away from the wolf, Aippaq scanned the horizon for any sign of settlers, lost hunters, any form of trespasser really.

But not a single one to be found.

Odd...

[FlowyWolf]

No one seemed to answer to his question. However, Fanglil wasn't in a hurry, at the end, he didn't mind staying in his wolf's shape for some more time.
While waiting, he started looking around, thoughtful.

It was weird, Fanglil never saw a hot spring with just a single tent around it. Why no one else settled there, what was the mystery behind that small hot spring?

The wolf's mind started to wander as usual, imagining hundreds of stories about that place. Maybe, that was a cursed place, and maybe in that tent lived some sort of feared witch. Or maybe, the whole settlement had been destroyed, and the last survivor decided to come back there and settle again in remembrance of his dead friends.

Thrilled to find out what could have happened there, Fanglil however started to fear that he had to find it out all by himself.
No one was answering his calling, and even if his sniff had told him someone was there, he started to think he was wrong.

However, that wasn't so bad. If no one was there, he could have slept in the warm, dry tent that night and maybe even have a bath in the hot spring. At that point, his lack of clothes wouldn't have been so essential.

Therefore, tired of waiting there, Fanglil finally decided to get closer to the tent. Even if he was used to wander under the falling snow, that snowstorm was starting to irritate him.
When he was closer to the tent, however, he heard some noises from the inside; at the end, his sniff was right.

Happy not to have entered the tent yet, he sat again in front of the tent, as he did before, waving his tail cheerful and waiting for the settler to come out.

Finally, the man inside the tent decided to show his face. He was worried about something, even Fanglil could understand it from the way he slowly stuck his head out. He was also wearing a helmet and holding a fishing spear, as if he was ready to fight.
Probably, that place wasn't so quiet as Fanglil expected, maybe there were really some kind of troubles.
The man and the wolf stared each other for some moments, without talking. Fanglil didn't want to scare the man more than he already was, so he decided to let him speak first.

But then, when he heard what the man decided to say to him, he quickly regretted that decision.

"Hey, how rude!". Fanglil couldn't believe it, he had just been shooed away like a common dog, how disrespectful!

"If you don't want to borrow me some clothes, just say it, don't be so ill-mannered!" he stayed there, waiting for him to apologize. He thought even to walk away irritated, but he actually needed to spend some time away from that snowstorm, and there wasn't any other hot spring near there.

For that time, he had to leave aside his pride, and hope that man could be more reasonable.

[MerchantMan]

The wolf just talked.

Aippaq shot his eyes back at the terribly large wolf. He swore, no, KNEW, that its jaws just spouted words.

His eyes darted about the landscape beyond the wolf. Surely this was a trick, for no wolf he had ever come across ever talked. He was sure it wasn't a spirit, for his parents told him that spirits glowed, therefore all of them glowed.

"Whoever or whatever you are, leave this place!" Aippaq shouted to the wind. "This is my spot! You hear me! MINE!"

Looking back at the wolf, Aippaq stared for a few more moments before making a shooing motion with his spear.

"And take your mutt with you!" he added.

[FlowyWolf]

Fanglil looked at the man, puzzled. Why was he shouting to the wind, instead of talking to him?
Finally, the wolf understood what could be the problem.

-of course he doesn't understand what is going on, I'm just a simple wolf to him! - he thought while almost forgetting about how rude the man had just been.

But when he was going to talk again, explaining him he hadn't to worry about anything, he heard that horrible, disrespectful word.

He looked the settler in his brown eyes, astonished. Did he really call him mutt? How dared him?

Blinded by his anger, he raised onto his four paws, grinding his sharp fang.
"Listen, man, I don't know what's your problem, but I won't stay here letting you disrespect me!". While talking, he started turning in his human shape, willing to give more strength to his words.

"I'm not a mutt, I'm what your kind usually calls a werewolf, and I just hoped you could give me some hospitality for tonight, and maybe some clothes, but you..." he was already in his human shape, when he finally remembered what was his first request. Looking down under his abdomen, he quickly covered his private parts with his furry hands; his anger was suddenly wiped out by his embarrassment.

"... well, now you see why I needed you to borrow me some clothes."

[KingTyrant]

"Ooh! Ooh! I know! We can play I Spy! I'll start!" Neyan's voice rang out, struggling to keep up with Tri, who was walking ahead of her quite quickly. "I spy, with my little eye..." She began, Tri already sighing in pure annoyance. He wasn't the type of man to easily get irritated at his companions, but with Neyan, it was difficult not to. He and the healer had become close acquaintances in the past, meeting in almost every land that Le'ranna had to offer. With every close scrape he endured, the bubbly Connlaothian was more than happy to patch him up. And here they were, traveling together yet again...

Through the tundra, as a matter of fact. A frigid, dead wasteland with rolling hills of dirt and hard ice, streams and ponds frozen over by the harsh climates. Tri never could understand why people would ever want to live out in these conditions, but he was never one to judge. After all, there were many that probably questioned why he lived nowhere at all. The only reason he was out in the tundra, was simply to act as an escort for Neyan. The healer had claimed that a settlement was among these frozen wastes, but so far, they had seen nothing. Not only did his annoyance come from the fact that she was talking his ear off, but she was also possibly lying.

"I spy, with my little eye... Something white!" Neyan exclaimed, forcing Tri out of his thoughts. He huffed, rolling his eyes before rubbing them gently, his face almost completely covered by a mask and cloak. "Snow. It's snow, Neyan. For the 1,000th time, it's snow." He told her, stopping to look in her direction. "Yeah... Too easy. I spy, with my little eye... Hmm..." She began, tapping her lips with a finger. "Neyan." "Ooh! Ooh! I've got a good one!" "Neyan." "I spy, with my little-" "NEYAN!" Tri shouted, ending her chattering suddenly. He sighed. "Please... All I ask is a short silence. Please." He requested, continuing to walk. After a long time, the girl spoke up in barely a whisper. "... Steam."

Tri stopped yet again, looking back at her and raising a brow. Her gaze met his, extending an arm and pointing off towards the horizon. Tri followed her subtle gesture, narrowing his eyes as he did his best to spot the vague clue. Sure enough, steam was visible, rising into the air and causing the ground to be covered in a thin fog. Another thing to note was that ice was nonexistent in that area. A hot spring... A prime location for a settlement. He smirked, nodding to her as he changed his direction, heading for the spring. Upon arrival, the two watched in awe as the peaceful spring was loaded to the brim with tents, shacks, and huts. People were... Actually thriving in the tundra? Granted, it was a spring, but even here, food was scarce.

Removing his cloak, Tri revealed his messy, rust-colored locks, which blew in the wind. Neyan also pulled down her hood, smiling as she looked around. The place looked downright disgusting, but it was obvious that she didn't really care. Neyan saw the good in everything. And the one thing she thought as she saw this little settlement, was more jobs. Out in the tundra, getting sick and injured was an everyday expectation. Some good labor for the healing mage. What Tri was going to do here, he didn't know. Perhaps talk with the locals... Find something interesting to explore or search into. Before he knew it, Neyan was running off down towards the spring, giggling like a child. "Hey! Hold up!" He called to her, chasing her down.

[FlowyWolf]

As Fanglil heard the shout, he instantly raised his head toward that two dark spots in the snow, excited.
He was so focused in not to get angry against that rude man, he didn't notice that new smell which was brushing his nose.
But the idea there were someone else around made him feel instantly happy. At the end, he could ask for some clothes to someone more friendly than that grouch.

Turning back to his wolf shape, he ran excited toward the new arrived men, happy to see one of them was coming toward him.
When his eyes finally managed to focus onto that shape, Fanglil finally realized that was a girl who was running toward him, a little girl whose skin and dress were as pure white as the falling snow.

"Hey there, over here!". He shouted, trying to catch the girl's attention. 

[MerchantMan]

Aippaq blinked. Twice. Thrice. His eyes were clearly deceiving him. An already abnormal wolf, turned into a large, naked man.

And called him rude.

Keeping a firm grasp on his spear, he checked his pulse and temperature. If he was right, the night fever should catch him right after the hallucinations.

They were normal. This meant three things to Aippaq.

Firstly, that he was not hallucinating.

Secondly, there was a wolf that could turn into a man, or the other way around.

Thirdly, it, whatever it was, was here to eat him. Or take his spot. Both of which he hadn't planned on happening today of all days.

Aippaq quickly refocused and stood firm in the knee deep snow. A wolf was a wolf, and a wolf that was also a man was even worse than a wolf that was just a wolf.

It physically hurt him to think that, but it wouldn't hurt as much as the spear he was about to shove into the wolf thing's innards

Locking his eyes on the man-wolf-man, Aippaq looked on. It had returned to its beastial form, its back was turned away from him for some reason or the other, and it was making its way away from the spring.

"Hey there, over here!" The thing shouted.

The words shook him and set his mind to work. The beast called for others. Others meant more people. More people coming this way, to his spot. In his mind, there was only one thing that could mean.

"Settlers," He swore under his breath.

Aippaq looked past the wolf and into the snowstorm. His eyes were used to the sheets of snow before him, and beyond the flurry, Aippaq saw two figures beyond the beast.

One of which was running straight at him.

Muscle memory moved his body into a throwing stance. He wouldn't kill the runner, killing anyone always meant an investigation, and more people heading towards his spot, but he could cripple the runner. A fishing spear was still a spear, and a spear was good for sticking someone or something in the leg.

With eyes dead set on the runner's legs, and a focus like razor, Aippaq held his stance for one, two heartbeats.

And let the spear fly.   

[KingTyrant]

As Neyan pranced through the deep snow, still giggling like a child, Tri simply stopped, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. He wasn't about to chase her through the entire settlement. It would just end up being a waste of time. Neyan's attention shot towards the sound of someone's voice, her eyes wide with surprise as she tripped in the ankle-deep snow and fell flat on her face. Tri facepalmed, slowly walking up next to her and kneeling down.

"That's why I told you not to run. You're the clumsiest person I know." He said to her, raising a brow as he heard her muffled groans through a mouthful of snow. He stood, sighing. "Get up. You'll get frostbite if you stay down there." He warned, holding out his hand to assist her if she truly needed it. As she sat up, rubbing her head with a huge frown on her face, something uncommon for Neyan, Tri looked all around for the source of the voice. Alas, all he spotted was a dog running in their direction. No... Too big to be a dog. A wolf, maybe? Either way, it was a canine. And canines can't speak.

Well... They had been walking for quite a while. Perhaps they were all beginning to hallucinate from their time out in the blistering cold. Tri, however started to believe his suspicions that the wolf had spoken to them as it seemed to approach them up front, as if it was expecting or requesting something. "Did... That doggy just... Talk?" Neyan asked, blinking. Tri gave her a stoic glance. "I'm being serious this time! I heard it before I fell down!" She squeaked, pulling on his gauntlet slightly. "I know." He answered her.

He suddenly froze as he heard a whizzing in the air. He looked all around, spotting a spear flying straight towards Neyan. It wasn't aimed to kill, but due to the girl's little incident, it was off-target as she remained kneeled in the snow. Gritting his teeth in panic, he shoved her back and quickly drew his bastard sword just as the spear came within range. In one fluent motion, his sword emerged from its scabbard and diced the projectile in half.

Looking towards the source of the spear, all he could see was a small silhouette near a run down shack of sorts. "Are you out of your mind!?" He shouted, fist clenched in the direction of the silhouette, his eyes burning with rage. Tri didn't usually display much anger. In all actuality, he didn't display much of any emotion. He usually just did his best to remain perfectly calm and polite in any scenario. Even these. Meanwhile, Neyan's eyes were wide as she stared on, just too shocked for words at her near-death experience.

[FlowyWolf]

The spear passed over his head as fast as the whistling wind, freezing his legs as he saw it.

"What..." he couldn't believe it, did that stupid really throw him a spear?
Turning again his head toward the two figures approaching, Fanglil then realized it wasn't him his target, but the young girl in front of him.

Luckily, the man who was with her was fast enough to draw his sword and cut it in half as if it was the easiest thing he could do.
Fanglil looked at him pleasantly surprised by his agility and his skill with the sword.

"Are you out of your mind!?" the man then shouted at the fool spear-thrower behind the wolf, and he was right. So, turning his head toward that stupid man, Fanglil added.
"Yeah, he's right, what the hell is your problem, man? I mean, first you shoo me, then you talk me as if I was just a stupid dog, and now you even throw your weapon to a poor, defenseless girl? Why the hell do you hate so much the world?". For all the time he shouted his angry monologue, he stayed proudly onto his four wolfish legs, wagging his tail and throwing away the snow falling on his back with it.

Once again, he didn't realize how weird could seem a giant wolf shouting like that.

[MerchantMan]

He locked his eyes on the flying spear. Aippaq was not a boastful young man, but in the fractions of a moment he was able to see the spear, he felt proud of his hunting skill.

That pride melted like snow in a fire when the runner fell.

With the way he threw the spear, it would have landed where the runner's leg would normally be.

Which was now where their head was.

A shout barely formed in his lungs, but he knew it would be too late before whoever it was got a wooden spear to the throat.

Time slowed. The spear shot forward in a streak of brownish-black.

And was cut clean in half by the second figure.

The warning shout died on his lips. Even within the dimness of the snowstorm, Aippaq could see the long glint of sword through the near blinding flurry of snow.

Shouts came out from two of the figures in the distance. Whatever coherence or short-lived regret he felt, he now felt only fear.

Aippaq dashed back into the tent. Settlers carried spears, torches, and farming tools. The occasional knife for hunting maybe.

But a sword? A sword meant soldier. Sword meant mercenary. Sword meant someone out there wanted him dead and gone.

Aippaq scurried to a corner of the tent and pulled out his hunting pack, where he put all of his important things. His hands worked quickly, driven by instinct and fear, searching, grasping and pulling out a hunting knife and a short bone club.

Clasping the knife onto his belt, and shoving the club under the rug, Aippaq moved quickly to the hearth and knelt before it. He took off his helmet, and with quick motions, shoved burning embers into the helmet, and placed it next to the fire.

Still kneeling, the boy of eighteen years took a deep breath. A hunters breath. One that soothed the senses and brought clarity with the air in his lungs. He took out his manaia pendant, the visage of the spirit shaped into a fish hook.

"For luck," He said to himself, and drew the fish hook across the scar on his face.

Aippaq prayed to the only power he had ever known as blood leaked slowly down his face. If the spirits were good, then they would keep him safe in the hunt to come.

If the settlers, soldiers and mercenaries outside were keen on his demise, on taking his spot, then they would first face the wrath of the manaia and the blunt of his club.

[KingTyrant]

"Coward..." Tri hissed as he saw the figure quickly race back inside. Sheathing the long blade, he picked Neyan up by her shoulders, shaking his head at her obvious scared state. "Are you alright?" He asked, watching as she gave a shaky nod and a fake smile. He glared back at the pathetic hut the attacker was taking refuge in. "So, I'm guessing you annoyed that guy to the point that he started chucking spears?" He asked the talking wolf. He felt stupid for doing that, but he was damned sure he heard that thing speak this time. There was no doubt in his mind.

"A word of advice. Next time, try not to spark conversation with types like that. If I hadn't been here, Neyan would be a kebab." Never one to be heartless, he hugged his spooked friend, who in return nearly crushed his diaphragm doing the same. Grunting and coughing in pain from how tight a grip she held on his body, he looked back at Fanglil. "Now... You... Wanted something from us? You seemed very adamant on getting our attention before that psycho tried killing people."

[FlowyWolf]

That boy really had some serious mental problem, there wasn't any doubt anymore.
Nodding to the man's hiss, he kept on staring at the tent where the psycho hided, fearing he could run out again with some more stupid attempt to kill them.

"What?" At the beginning, Fanglil thought the man was talking to the young girl, and not to him, but when he realized it was him who was being accused that way, he tried to nip his speech in the bud, but in vain.

"Hey, I couldn't know he was such a psycho!" he said, pausing while the man was almost choking the girl with his hug. "I just called him out, and that lout shooed me like a stupid dog and called me a mutt and started shouting to the wind as the madman he actually is!" he finally breath again, stopping talking for a moment and tranquilizing himself.

Then, turning his eyes toward the man, he finally answered his last question.
"By the way, yes, I actually wanted to ask you what I asked to that psycho-killer before, so... do you guys have some clothes to borrow me? I can't remember where I left mines and I don't think it would be a good idea to stay naked with this snowstorm, you know..." then, he stayed there, sitting onto the cold snow with all his fur blanked by the snow and watching him with eyes full of hopes.

[KingTyrant]

Tri frowned at the wolf's request. He didn't want to say it, but unless he stripped himself, he really didn't have any clothes for the wolf at all. Except for one thing... Looking back at his cloak that he left at the top of the spring, he tapped Neyan on the shoulder, gesturing for her to retrieve it. And that's exactly what she did. All while stumbling and tripping in the deep snow. Minutes later, she came back to Fanglil with it, laying it right down in front of him.

"It can't offer much in the way of protection from the cold, but at least you won't have to go naked." He said, sighing sadly. He admittedly felt bad that he couldn't do more for Fanglil, but it couldn't be helped. He had brought just enough for him and Neyan. Nobody else. At least it was lined with fur, to offer some warmth, if any. "I wish I could do more. My name is Tri Greysteel. This is-"

He winced, already predicting his companion's hyper outburst. "My name's Neyan! Neyan Addyanna! That's spelled N.E.Y.A.N! I'd spell my last name, but that'd take too long! I'm a healer! Are you hurt!? I have potions, spells, herbs, medicinal stuff, you know! Stuff to make you feel better! I grew up in Connlaoth! I know, I know, weird, right!? A healing mage in Connlaoth!? I'm really unique, aren't I!? Anyhow, what's your name, stranger!?"

She spoke at 1000 words per minute, now in Fanglil's face as she happily revealed every single little detail about herself. Meanwhile, Tri just facepalmed, sighing in annoyance. "I apologize for... Just her in general." He said, giving a faint smile at the newcomer. Neyan turned to him, pouting and sticking out her tongue.

[FlowyWolf]

"Well, better than anything, thank you very much!". Fanglil said, taking the cloak with his teeth and launching it onto his back.
As he heard the man presenting himself, he stopped from turning back in his human shape, wishing to introduce himself too. However, before he could even say just a word, the girl's presentation run over him with strength, freezing his tongue.

At the beginning, he tried to answer her, but that girl spoke too quickly to him, so much he almost couldn't even understand what she was saying.
The wolf looked at her, surprised, yet he felt amused by that hilarious girl, so happy and excited as she was.

"No need to apologize, this girl is simply amazing!" he said, pushing his head onto the girl's leg as to express his new-born affection.

"By the way, I'm Fanglil, nice to meet you guys". As he spoke, he started changing his shape, turning back and holding the cloak with his hands to cover his naked body.
"So, what are you guys doing here?".

[KingTyrant]

"Me and Neyan came here for work, mainly. Well... She did. I'm just an escort, really." Tri told Fanglil, crossing his arms as he looked at Neyan. "She claims that illness is very common in the tundra. And if I know Neyan correctly, she can treat almost any curable illness." He explained, looking out towards the spring. The closest tent in sight was that of the spear-chucking maniac, but farther off, more huts and tents were present. It was safe to assume that they didn't want to be near anyone that insane... And rightfully so.

Tri still didn't know what he was going to do while Neyan set up her little outpost and tended to the sick. The only thing on his mind was to look for work himself, or ask around about anything he could explore in the area. Tri liked seeing new things, and he also liked being productive. The one thing he wouldn't do, however, was collect bounties. It was against his moral code, and he wasn't about to stoop to the level of a certain werewolf he knew... But then realization hit him.

The guy who nearly murdered his friend was still in his tent, all cozy and warm, hidden away from any beating that Tri may had given him, had he decided to stick around. Tri hated seeing his closest allies be put in harm's way, but cowardice was an even worse offense. An insult, even. The idea of any man putting his tail between his legs and running away instead of holding his ground and facing the consequences of his decisions was a huge slap in the face, in Tri's eyes.

Narrowing his eyes at the tent just down the hill, Tri drew his bastard sword and began his pursuit. Neyan grabbed his shoulder, stopping him abruptly, her eyes wide. "No, Tri, it's ok! I'm fine!" She assured him. Was that man rude and out of line by throwing a spear at her? Yes. But he certainly didn't deserve to die. "I'm not killing anybody. I'm just going to give him... A very stern talking to." He said, a menacing tone to his voice. Nevertheless, he turned to Neyan, flashing a smirk that resulted in the girl returning one right back. She let go of his shoulder, Tri walking off once more.

Boy, he hated lying to her... He was going to tear that guy to pieces, the moment he set foot out of that tent. Trudging through the thick snow, spinning his sword in his hands as he carefully descended the slope, his face remained in a scowl that showed he was looking for blood. At the bottom, the snow thinned to the point that the wet mud underneath was visible. This proved to be even harder to walk through, but it didn't stop the man. Standing in front of the tent, He jabbed the blade into the moist soil before cupping his hands around his mouth. "Get out here! You like hurting people? Well you can hurt me! Get out here and we'll settle this like men!"

[FlowyWolf]

Finishing his transformation and wrapping himself carefully with the cloak, Fanglil listened carefully to what Tri said, nodding to his words.
"She's probably right, that's not so easy for most men to live here. You know, probably, if you'll go..." Fanglil suddenly froze, and not just for the cold snowflake which slipped onto his naked shoulders.

The man was staring hatefully down to the tent, and when he then drew his sword, he readied to run behind the man and try to stop him; that man could have killed the psycho easily, he had to prevent him from doing it. Of course, that rude man absolutely deserved a beating for his behavior, but he surely didn't deserve to be sliced into pieces for it.

Luckily, the girl managed to grab his shoulder before he started running, and the reassuring words he heard from him made Fanglil a bit more relaxed. Of course, the man's tone wasn't really reassuring, he could easily sense the menace hidden behind those words; however, it was better than anything.

Therefore, when the man started descending toward the tent, he looked for a moment the young girl and then, trying to seem as relaxed as possible, he whispered her:
"I'm going with him, just wait us here." Blinking to Neyan, he slowly started descending the slope, cursing himself for having changed his shape too early.

It was hard to walk like that with only two legs, especially because he always had to be careful not to lose his cloak. Therefore, when the man had already reached the tent and started calling out the psycho, Fanglil was far behind him.

-I just hope that psycho isn't so fool to accept his challenge...- with this thought, Fanglil tried to hasten his descent, ready to turn again into a wolf if things turned for the worse.