death before dishonor

He'd been fixing up his den, rebuilding what his older supposed sibling had tried to destroy. He wouldn't let anyone push him around, not for his size or because they thought they were better. He didn't understand why she had come to destroy the only thing that he could call his. Not only was it his safe space, but it was the den he had carved out and made his own. It was his home, and nobody was going to take it from him. He fought his hardest against her and he hoped she got the message. The dwarf boy could not be threatened or destroyed.

When he heard that howl though, he stopped in the middle of his digging and stared out at the mouth of the den. He listened for a moment until the howl died away, eyes narrowing as he debated going or ignoring it completely. Why should he be the one to seek out those who didn't care about him? He hated his parents for leaving and the rest for not caring. With much debate, he finally decided to go. If only for Hannibal to see the resentment he held in his blazing yellow gaze.

The small boy took his time, but when he spotted his sire he would stop behind everyone else. He stared daggers at the albino girl, eyes narrowing to dangerous slits before his gaze shifted to Hannibal. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel...while most welcomed him back, he wouldn't. He remained where he was, standing as tall as he could and not breaking his gaze away. He wore a stone cold look of fury, disgust, anger, hatred, resentment...all hiding the real pain he felt inside at feeling so abandoned.