gross

The pitter patter of little feet was the only warning Chaos had as he minced around a tar pit, before a young wolf appeared before him, her head turned back away from him. He had a split second to pause and brace himself before she collided with him and bounced off. Something rolled beneath him with a rather pungent smelling clatter, but he was intent on the wolf who'd collided with him rather than what she dropped. He bristled angrily, fully ready to rip into the wolf figuratively and, possibly, literally, but stopped when he saw and scented how young she was. He eyed her, relaxing a bit now that he saw she wasn't anything more than a couple seasons old pup but not quite all the way relaxed - after all, it wasn't like Imperialis pups hadn't been capable of fighting at this age. He twitched a brow up and snuck a glance under him, though, when she said something about her bone. That foul smelling thing that had rolled under him was something she was actually putting in her mouth? "You are more than welcome to it," he growled, nose wrinkling in disgust as he backed up to where he could poke at it gingerly with one paw. "You are definitely getting worms from that nasty shit though."