Slaughter House
01-02-2018, 01:07 AM
The figure seemed to have noticed him and began walking towards the boy, becoming less of a hard to make out silhouette, and more of a wolf who definitely reminded the kid of his mother. If the coat colors and markings didn't do it the scars and personality sure would. Though his mom at least was nice enough to not direct her irritability towards her own kids. Unless they were being really annoying on purpose, which might have happened once or twice when they got curious about what she'd do. Not exactly thrilled with the guy's attitude, or being called a pup, Amos gave him a sour look, rising to his paws and shaking out his slate fur. "And aren't you a little old to be all alone? Shouldn't someone be feeding you chewed up mouthfuls so you don't break you grimey yellow teeth trying to chew?" Amos wasn't really sure where that came from, but he had a sneaking suspicion he had a bit more of Mara in him than he'd previously thought. Amos just didn't enjoy tossing around insults and being angry as much as her, or this man who appeared to be her sibling and his uncle. Walk. "Speak!" "Think." |