We Are The First Line [Spar]
09-10-2016, 09:40 PM
Ritsy hummed to himself, for the most part in the hot months he kept to himself in this pack. None of these wolves were as interested as the pretty lady who kidnapped him. KIDNAPPED HIM. He let out a wheezed laugh as he trotted along. Once it got colder perhaps he would try to leave, either way the to year old male seemed to have stumbled across something interesting. There was a fight! A fight! He jumped up and down and approached quickly wiggling his half of a tail as he fell into a play bow.
"Beat him up Faite, beat up the big red!" he yelled out in excitement as he would flop down on his stomach to watch. He rolled out his tongue and panted. Blood would be spilled and he wanted to see it. He wondered if it would match the color of the big red's fur. |
Warning: This character is prone to violent unpredictable actions