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Laith · 01-18-2022, 09:45 PM

Laith followed sullenly behind the mottled grey wolf, ears pressed back against his skull as he sulked. He hadn't wanted to go out hunting today, but what could he do when basically told he was supposed to help out. Say no and risk getting another set of scars? No fucking way. That'd hurt way too much the first time, and he didn't want a repeat. He just wanted to pay off his dumb debt and leave, which is why he was now trailing behind the larger wolf half-heartedly. At least this one wasn't absolutely enormous like some of the others seemed to be.
When the other wolf spoke at him in another language he responded by childishly, and very poorly on purpose, imitating the sounds of the language under his breath, butchering it beyond all recognition. The wolf absolutely knee Laith couldn't understand him, so it was probably some sick joke and jab at him that he couldn't even respond back to. He was led through the bush after sharply turning, and it was then that he could hear the rustling of something up ahead. One ear cautiously flicked forward, the other staying firmly pressed back against his skull, to pinpoint the location of the animal, whatever it was.
The brush opened up just enough that he finally saw it briefly amongst the foliage, and coming to a stop his nose wrinkled in confusion. What the fuck was it? The creature had a strange trunk of a nose, and as he listened one of them made a horrible squeaky whistling noise that had him wincing. He then stared at the mottled wolf with a clear look of distaste on his face, brows furrowing as he all but glared silently. If the wolf wanted to hunt then he would be making the decisions here, and Laith wouldn't move a muscle until told what to do, and in a language he could actually understand.

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