[A somewhat feral smile spreads across his face at that.]
A distraction I can manage.
[With uneering accuracy he kicks a rock right at the snout of the thing, causing it to yelp in both pain and indignation.]
Come at me then, you flea-bag of Morgoth! You misbegotten runt of a malformed mother! Come here and gorge yourself on elf-flesh, runt! You'll likely not get a chance to taste it when your more powerful siblings come to crowd you out of the kill!
[The warg, it seems, understand his words perfectly and take great offence at them. At least if that enraged shriek it gives is anything to go by. And the foul, guttural words that fall from it's lips afterwards.
It is not a language here anyone but himself would know but the meaning is quite clear. He has successfully drawn it's ire and it is comming for his throat for that sort of insult.]
no subject
A distraction I can manage.
[With uneering accuracy he kicks a rock right at the snout of the thing, causing it to yelp in both pain and indignation.]
Come at me then, you flea-bag of Morgoth! You misbegotten runt of a malformed mother! Come here and gorge yourself on elf-flesh, runt! You'll likely not get a chance to taste it when your more powerful siblings come to crowd you out of the kill!
[The warg, it seems, understand his words perfectly and take great offence at them. At least if that enraged shriek it gives is anything to go by. And the foul, guttural words that fall from it's lips afterwards.
It is not a language here anyone but himself would know but the meaning is quite clear. He has successfully drawn it's ire and it is comming for his throat for that sort of insult.]