bottle and a gun
09-17-2017, 08:47 PM
A wolf appeared, apparently too dumb to stay away from stampeding elk. His coat was coloured with a mimicry of flames, and the bitch was instantly jealous. Why couldn't she look that cool? Of course, then he started to yell at her like his idiocy was somehow not his own fault. "What the hell is your problem?" She grunted, ears tilting backwards. He had the size advantage, and that had her guard up instantly. Not to mention his scowling was annoying. Was it her job to babysit every single wolf out there? No, it wasn't. She wasn't her siblings' keeper, and neither was she looking after the rest of the world. Fuck them. "They wouldn't step on you anyways, dumbass. They'd have to be blind." The bitch snarled in addition, rolling her eyes. Her lips pulled back from her teeth for a moment, flashing her irritation for him to see. Turning her back on him, she stalked off in search of something to eat. Whatever his deal was, it wasn't her problem. She had better things to do. Dark paws would thud fearlessly against the terra as she plodded away, uninterested in this conversation as a whole. Somewhere that wasn't here would be the first order of business, and a change of scenery would increase the chances of finding something dead to eat.
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