Looking Up

Lykos was passive. He fumed at the sight, the scent of the man Vereux - how dare such a traitor be so much as within a foot of his mother? And yet, he hadn't acted yet. He wanted to talk with his brothers, first, but he'd yet to do so. He wasn't quite certain he could... trust Dragon or Kharnage. He knew Gryphon he'd be able to trust, because they shared that quiet conversation together after that one meeting... but the other two? They were too hotheaded, impulsive, and childish. How could they possibly be mature enough to handle this? Still, he knew there was more than just that holding him back. He didn't want to be scoffed at; laughed at.

So he kept his distance. He was there when the pups were born, but that was all. He did his duty then - no matter his distaste at these... half-siblings, he would still protect and assist his mother when need be. So he had, but then he slipped of silently, much like a ghost, and made himself scarce after that. After all, he wanted nothing to do with these spawn of Vereux... nevermind the fact that they were also 'spawn' of his mother.

So lost in his thoughts, he was oblivious to the white thing bouncing towards him... at least, until he heard a soft oof, and something thudded into the back of his right front paw. Snatching his paw up, he blinked in bewilderment at the ball of fur at his feet. What...? It only took a moment of realization before he realized that he recognized this one. This one was the albino pup that his mother had birthed. He set his paw down gingerly, regarding it with curiosity and just a bit of distaste. The thing was... maybe an inch taller than his paw. Maybe It was so tiny, it would be easily squished. And his mother was letting them roam? They were so small, they'd break almost instantaneously. "Watch where you're going," he muttered gruffly, taking a few steps away from the little pup. Nope, he did not want to interact with it.

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