Shackles made of steel and bones

A disgusted look crossed his face when she asked if he liked what he saw. He liked her scars, they were fascinating, a mark of violence that he enjoyed; however, he wasn't interested in her. She was just a big, bulky woman, with a superior attitude that he hated. She had done nothing to prove that she was worthy of anything. Irritation showed upon his face, his black muzzle wrinkling up the hair along the back of his neck prickled. "You sure talk big for a stupid nobody," he retorted to all of her words - she sure did talk a lot. Sure, he was a nobody, but at least he didn't walk around with a big attitude like she did. He knew he was an inferior little worm - his master reminded him of it constantly - and he didn't bother going around pestering others in order to make them believe he was something else.

And then, she just swiped a big wave of slush over his face, and turned around to leave. "So you just came here to disturb the peace and waste my time?" he snarled after her as she wandered away from him, "Now you're just leaving?! That's great!" His tail lashed as he watched her go. Well, she had left him with a challenge. Oh, he was definitely going to get in trouble with her at some point. But not today. Today was his first day out on his own in ages, and he wasn't going to waste it chasing her down. He'd remember her face, her name, and her scent, and one day he would find her. For now, he turned back toward the steaming water, setting his gaze back out across the strange expanse of land.