Something something first impressions

Rogue was immediately suspicious of the scrappy little wolf when she so quickly agreed to simmer down if he let her up. She had attacked him, after all. Could he really trust that she wouldn’t try something dumb a second time? Sunset eyes narrowed to suspicious squints as he scrutinized the diminutive fae’s words. He didn’t care if he was bleeding on her; it was her own damn fault for assaulting him so savagely. Eventually her squirming and thrashing did die down enough for him to suspect she wasn’t going to be a threat, and the Klein prince released his hold on her, removing his paw and weight from her chest. Rogue took a couple steps back to give her space to get up and breathe, but his eyes remained trained on her all the while—just in case. Fool me once, and all that…

As the girl rose, Rogue would simply scoff and roll his eyes at her. Why were the pretty ones such idiots sometimes? "Yeah yeah, whatever…" he muttered as he trudged his way down towards the water to wash off his wound. It wasn’t anything serious, just a surface level bite, and would clot on its own with time. She demanded he never call her a whore again and once more Rogue rolled his eyes as he waded into the shallow surf. "You reek of my uncle, which means you’re either one of his bedmates or one of his children, and you don’t exactly look like the rest of his thousand little bastards. So forgive my natural assumption that you were one of his trophies." There was a bit of an edge in Rogue’s voice when he spoke of Chimera, the disdain for Ashen’s alpha clear in his tone. A shared opinion between the two, evident in how they both spoke of him.

Once he’d reached a deep enough point of the surf, Rogue flopped his body down in the water, soaking himself thoroughly and rinsing his wound out with the saltwater. It stung like a bitch, but it sure as hell beat leaving whatever germs she had in her mouth fester on his skin. She could’ve been rabid for all he knew! After a couple splashing rolls, Rogue rose to his paws and returned to the beach, his drenched coat clinging to his body, shifting subtly with every movement and ripple of muscle. Was he trying to show off to her? Hell no, absolutely not! She just tried to maul him for gods’ sakes! "Here, let me see your paw. My quills might’ve cut you." He offered his paw out to hers, asking her permission to inspect her pads for wounds. He hadn’t intended to hurt her, she had just happened to provoke his natural defense mechanisms.

"Rogue Klein"