Boredom

Ludovic's ears twitched at Flare’s approach, his gaze cutting to the side as the other wolf stepped beside him. A low, dangerous growl rumbled in his throat as the yipping chorus drew closer. Realization dawned on the boy as he mentally berated himself for being caught so unawares. The scent of the beasts—it prickled his senses, setting a cold rage simmering beneath his skin. His eyes narrowed, a vicious smile tugging at his lips as he peeled up at the fiery brute beside him. He could rival his own father in terms of flame and ash. "Fucking coyotes." he murmured, voice dripping with youthful indignation.

He flexed his claws into the dirt, muscles rippling with anticipation. He was loath to accept being seen as prey to the mangy mutts. His shoulders rolled, head dipping low as his tail lashed at his hocks. He was angry, jerking his skull to the side to bid his ravens to call out any attacks from the rear as he wanted for the fight to begin.


"Ludovic Praetor-Inferos"