Where is My Mind

His eyes narrowed as she approached him from the other side of the pond, his lip twitching and his jaws clenched.  The nerve of some people. He sighed and closed his eyes, attempting to focus, trying to remind himself why he was there in the first place. He opened his eyes and raised his head, she was already showing signs of carrying, and there was no use beating around the bush. “’Re they mine?” He asked, a rumble of a growl in his throat as he asked. “Or ‘re ye sum dumb cunt whore?” He thought venomously. He hadn’t forgotten their first encounter, and while originally he had chalked her foul mood up to hormones, he was slowly realizing that might not have been the case.

“Eff yer havn’ ma pups ye’ll bae needing tae come with mae” He said sternly. He was half prepared to call for Chaos and possibly Art to come and help him drag her back to the mountain looming behind him until she gave birth and either kick her and her pups into the cold if they weren’t his, but he silently reminded himself he always caught more bees with flowers than shit. “Ye’ll bae fed, hev a den tae call yer own, ‘n bae taken care of.” His tail raised to align with his spine as he spoke. “Eff they’re mine.” He added curtly.

This is him talking This is him thinking This is you