From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell

Laith · 12-27-2021, 12:51 AM

He eyed the enormous pink wolf that headed his way, ears flicking back at her relaxed posture and friendly tone. This had to be some kind of fucking test or something, to see what he'd do when faced with someone else from the pack. Laith didn't want to risk angering another large brute of a wolf, so he skittered backwards a little, head ducking as he tucked his tail between his legs. The blood was beginning to clot on his face, but as he spoke he could still feel small twinges of pain. "Shouldn't you already fucking know?"
Laith could only assume the wolf that had caught him stealing would've already made some kind of announcement to the rest of the pack, so they'd know what he'd done, but if not then he didn't want to reveal the information willingly. The dog beside the wolf had his hackles raising up in a fluff, particularly at the strange gleaming object in its jaws. If he couldn't even take on one wolf, then two creatures was far too risky, but he gave both of them a sneer as he tiptoed backwards and away. He wasn't in the mood to talk, and unless something was required of him, he'd rather be left to himself to sulk in peace, away from prying eyes and questions he would rather dodge.

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