Sick of It [PO]

Ren watched the other quietly, ignoring the bemused smirk that threatened to appear on his face. Oh, so this man thought to know his thoughts? And how, precisely, does Rivaxorus know them? What was he, a mind-reader? It was utterly unbelievable that he would know half the nonsense he chose to spout at that moment. "Very well." His tone, as before, was utterly neutral and gave no hints to his true feelings; hopefully, this time the man would see neutrality as simply that - a lack of emotion, and wouldn't suddenly be able to 'tell' what he supposes Ren's emotions were.

"Do not make presumptions, Rivaxorus Adravendi," Ren spoke then, tone full of warning. "It is not your place to make sure I do anything, other than the base duties I must perform as a member of this pack." Not to mention that the wolf once again tried to make assumptions on a distinct lack of behavior. The rest of Rivaxorus' words Ren was quite exasperated with; how annoying it was for someone to presume so many things. He never once even implied that he would not give the alpha a chance. He would, but he would not give the yearling the opportunity - let him find the opportunity himself, and take it at his own will. There was only a slight pause between his last words and the start of these; he would complete his train of thought before the boy would speak again. "Do not presume my thoughts. Youth simply implies a lack of experience, not a lack in capability. One may prove him or herself as capable, even while young. Of course, it is possible for one to fail despite that potential and capability due to mistakes caused by a lack of experience."