The Weak Fall Prey

Denial, not even a hint of an apology from the other wolf. Song scowled at the man's words, feeling his brows knit as the other tried to call him friend. Song almost refuted the sarcastic title, but he fought to reign in his rudeness. He had a pack to represent, and being an asshole because he had to wait another evening for his prize wouldn't look good on Fyri.

He huffed heavily, letting the annoyance flow back out of him as the tasked giant muttered something unintelligible. Song perked his ears, wondering if he had missed something important or the man was cursing him.

"Not even an offer to help." Song uttered quietly to himself as he was about to be left on his own again. He turned towards the direction the doe had ambled off in. The Destruction sighed heavily again, instead of taking her in minutes it would be hours before she stopped again.