How Dare

Jupiter was perusing the other stalls as Niamh roved the market grounds. He had been on the verge of striking up a conversation with the grey brindle male who kept the alcohol stall when Fracture approached.

He turned to face Fracture and stood still, his posture relaxed and open as the knight said his piece. While the male spoke Jupiter took the opportunity to look him over. He was a smaller man, roughly the same age and largely nondescript; the sort of wolf to be easily overlooked were he not actively drawing attention to himself. He was not the sort of wolf Jupiter tended to notice.

Niamh rushed up, a panicked look on her face. He raised a paw and made a ‘it’s fine’ gesture at her, but said nothing and soon looked over her head at Fracture, who was still speaking.

Finding Fracture and his righteous indignation a bit mundane, there was only one real way for him to react. His raised his browspots questioningly, the corners of his mouth rising slightly and eyes scrunching  to show a hint of amusement, and then said, “Okay?” Why should he care what this little man thought of him? More importantly, why should he have any bearing on Jupiter’s mood? He was having a great time and he was not going to let the opinion of a nobody dampen it.