hate is a strong word but i really really don't like you

The white wolf didn’t push him and didn’t comment either, Acere had that going for him at least. Noir continued to remake his miniature dirt tornado as the warrior spoke. Noir felt a heavy sigh fall from him as he side eyed the adult. Now that he was looking he could see the scars and the way Acere was built. Obvious if you looked for it, but Noir wasn’t one for looking first. The pup didn’t want to engage, but Acere didn’t seem like he was going to be away anytime soon. Thankfully he wasn’t as blunt as Ody, that man could see right through him most of the time. It was weird, and Noir hadn’t decided fully if he enjoyed training with the red eyed mentor.

”I’m Noir, I’m a warrior in training.” Even with his blue mood he couldn't subdue the pride he felt in the words. Though he craved Poem’s position. He scowled again as she returned to his headspace and the boy looked away. Okay, Acere could leave now.

Noir wasn’t sure how to handle all the anger he felt towards his half sister. Splashing in the rapids only went so far, and unless he was spraying dirt at someone that activity didn’t do much for him either. He grit his teeth and attempted to subdue the emotions, at least while in the company of an adult.