Jungle
Ahiga looked ahead with his teeth bared and lips raised. The wolf was old, but still had fight in him. He was too old to be afraid. "Go," he warned, his tail stiff and raised, "I [i]will not[/i] tolerate your presence here any longer."
"Look," Covan sighs, bringing his bow in his lap. The crackling fire made this winter wasteland not so cold anymore. The loons and owls calling out made this atmosphere more relaxing. "I don't know what we're gonna do about him, alright? I didn't know he'd betray us like that. Sure-sure, maybe, maybe he gave off all the signs and maybe I was oblivious, but I-" the Bosmer sighed again, defeated."I don't want to kill him. I /won't/ kill him."