He didn't like the tone that called out to him. A disinterested look crossed his features as his golden gaze glanced at the smaller male. "Uh, nothing?" He answered with a quirked brow. Did it look like he was doing anything? Abel took in a deep breath to cool himself down. It would do him no good to get riled up over some fellow loner sticking his nose into his business.

"So can I help you?" The large Tainn asked calmly, focusing on the scarred male. They were a fellow loner too, no defining scents clinging to his frame. They are scarred though and he was forced to wonder if the life of a loner had done that to him. It made him feel a little uneasy. Abel was not looking to get damaged any time soon.

His hackles bristled and the look of distaste for this stranger was plain across his face. "What is your problem?" He asked sharply. He had tried to be friendly despite the stranger's harsh start and yet here the male was throwing claims around that meant as much as an owl pellet. They were both loners. Nothing belonged to either of them. Even Abel, a new loner, knew that.

"If you want it so badly then go get it and leave me alone." He ordered sharply. The large Tainn had not come here to be annoyed by some selfish fool. So he'd let the loner be a fool alone and try to take down a larger prey by themselves. Abel had never been a very vengeful creature but he wouldn't mind if this guy got a hoof to the face for his behavior here.

You have some serious problems. I never told you what you could or could not want. I didn't even challenge you for that dumb deer that is probably long gone by now because you couldn't just go for something. No. You had be some pompous ass and think I don't know jack about the real world. His lips pulled bark in a sharp snarl as his hackles raised. You're the one who's going to go hungry if you get mad over every meal and let it flee because you're too busy trying to prove yourself, you'll be doomed to wither in the cold. Abel was usually above fighting with the strangers but this guy had rubbed him entirely wrong.

But whatever man. Wither, rot, get kicked by a deer. No one will care. Especially not me. Maybe that was harsh but it seemed that was the only way this guy would understand. Yet Abel didn't feel like waiting to see if the message got through his thick skull and so he turned around and left without another word.

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