"You crossed over before; don't tell me where our land stops. This is rightfully the land belonging to the Riders of the Dawn!" He scoffed, folded his hands and looked away from her.<br/><br/>"What is your name? I'm going to lodge a complaint!" Naturally he hadn't the slightest idea of actually lodging a complaint at a tribal meeting. He was just attempting to start trouble so that he would have had an excuse to fight.<br/><br/>"Yeah, you have half a mind to take me on, huh? I'd like to see you try, but all you plant-eaters are a bunch of cowards who refuse to fight for what you believe in. That's why you're so weak." He scoffed again and it seemed like his mount was mocking her in some sort of reptilian reply.<br/><br/>That was perhaps yet another example of how man and beast were so close when it came to the tribes of the Dawn Riders. They acted as though they were a single unit, and that's probably what it was that always made them fight so fiercely when they came down to it.<br/><br/>Unlike some of her people, he seemed to have fully adapted to this prehistoric world and had absolutely no wish to ever return to the future that his ancestors came from even if the problems that started that original temporal journey were to be corrected at some point.