Mr.Brightside

*Ruthgar* · 06-22-2017, 07:11 PM

He looked at her defiantly and offended at first, his muzzle wrinkled in a snarl then looked to the ground for a moment and rose to his feet. “Yer th’ second cunt tae evar tell me that.“ He grumbled and shook out the sand from his fur. “ Chaos the er- boss frem tha pack, telld me wance.” He muttered,“Bu’ye? Ave lost a good deal ‘o shite en ma years, ‘n naewan’s evar told me tae joost sook it up roit after ah los something. Months, maybe years after, bu’ nevar within the same damn day.” He said and sighed. He sat, thinking for a moment and then spoke again, his eyes drifting to her slowly “Yer willin’ tae keep awn huntin’ even with pups awn th’ way. Ave never seen a lass dae that” He said, unable to keep himself from sounding impressed, but then she had at least earned that as far as he was concerned. “We may need tha’ friend a yers tae help, bu’ eef ye’ll keep strong Ah’ll keep strong tae fer ye ‘n th pups.” He said firmly, looking her dead in the eye as he spoke. “’N Ah keen tell yer one tough cunt mees…uh…” He had just fixed a wide grin on his features before it fell away at the realization that he really had no clue what her name was even after everything they had been through. He folded his ears awkwardly and cleared his throat, waiting for an answer before he realized he hadn’t introduced himself either. “Ahm Ruthgar by th’ way. Ruthgar Allantide.”
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