Nice Guys Always Lose

The cambion walked proudly, tail lifted over his spine. Chin lifted and eyes narrowed. Belli's ripped and husky voice said through his own mind, "Look! There are wolves, let's go! You know you want too..." Belli teased, his voice mocking Kataraménos's own feelings. He growled lowly, hackles raised. He lowered his chin and walked over, his nostrils flared. He snorted, why did they stand on his home. He stomped showing his displeasure. Yes, he may not have marked it so there was a border, but this was his home and he didn't like any stranger's on his lands!

He was here long enough to hear the older man, speak and he didn't like what he said. Though it may have been directed at the other smaller boy, around his mortal age. He was still going to hiss out his own curse, "The fuck, your one to talk! Just waltzing around someones home, like it's your kingdom!?" he growled. Teeth bared, this wolf was getting on his nerves. He cantered to his right and shifted to face away from the smaller boy, so he stood in front of the older man if allowed.