Conductivity

His attention snapped to the male with a harsh glare as he mispronounced the name of his pack. He gave a petulant “Hmph!” as the male walked deeper into the cave, weighing the option of whether or not he could make it home before sunset before settling on the notion that no one would even notice. Reluctantly he followed Kane into the cavern, his golden eyes fixed ahead of him in a stern look of antipathy on his features. Why a rouge male hadn’t outright killed him like Bass had led him to believe was beyond him, but then again, each day he seemed to be finding new ways for the old male to be wrong. He resented Bass for caring about his sisters more than him, for never officially making him the heir, and for letting a fox of all creatures live among wolves as if it was in any way their equal.

The more he thought of it the more he began to realize that maybe it was better that he wasn’t the heir of Abababa. Maybe Abaven was for the weak, and would need to be reshaped by the strong. He certainly felt strong; not physically but mentally. Kane on the other hand… “So…Mr. Nobody, what are you doing out here?” He asked, taking the trouble to at least lower his voice when he spoke to Kane although unable to hide the sarcastic edge in his tone.

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