Fathomless, malignant glare is set upon the new blood who dares to scoff at populationly challenged s.t.o.n.e.h.e.n.g.e. Organs of hearing clamp against sculpted skull, ivories unsheathing in succession with a warning snort toward the 'defiant' Rogue. Watch yourself, newbie. His form is square on to her within a matter of moments, muzzle conecting with bosom, arched nape bringing crownage to an exalted extent; his leadership and dominance s.p.e.l.l.e.d..o.u.t for her. Grizzly basotones unite with the chill atmosphere of floating rain;
"never insult my home without first experiencing its wrath, Rogue."
Seemingly she knew aforetime of his title; so let's skip the small talk.

† the innocent †
Archaic Figure of Stonehenge
A force to be reckoned with.