Once in a blue moon some creature or animal would venture into Lark's territory. Usually whoever or whatever it was got eaten because they posed an active threat and of course he couldn't let someone be a mockery of him. That just wouldn't do. Someone trying to come and challenge him for the plot of land he had on the swampy island. It usually just meant he ate good that day.
The water rippling and disrupting was his first indicator, pointed ears twitching as he looked away from the logs he was stoking on the fire towards the ocean. It wasn't just waves, he could tell the difference.
At first he was planning on writing it off as a school of fish that got caught close to the corals...then it got closer. Then he could see spines. He bristled and moved closer to shore with a low groaning bellow in his chest. His hands flexed, joints popping as he prepared to fight whatever it was coming closer to the sand.
A big thump of his tail as he saw @autokrates emerge from the seafoam. He sat up on the four legs, muscled arms tense and coiled. He was ready to spring. He may not be able to chase for very long but he was quick in short bursts.
"What the fuck ya think ya doin' here?" It was a bark, accent thicker as his jaw started tic tic ticcing.
