This Is Not Child's Play

A male emerged from the treeline and stood closer to the edge where Memento could actually see him. He was dark furred, blue eyed… Were it not for his tone and word choice, how he seemed to look down on her more than in just a literal sense, she might have liked those eyes; blue was her favorite color after all. But no… the way he spoke reminded her of the stranger that had fought her daddy; the way they talked was similar. Like they were better than anyone else. It was enough to irritate Memento right off the bat.

"Oh, is it?” Memento Mori’s words were cool as she spoke. Her ears were flicked back against her skull. “My bad. Though I suppose being a baby is better than watching young women from the treeline like a creep. Your mommy didn’t bother to teach you any manners, did she? If jerks like you even have one.” Her fur was floofed up already, hackles raised as she looked upon the male with defiant pale eyes. She didn’t care if she was getting smart back; wolves who had a superiority complex didn’t deserve to stand so high.

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