Feel my wrath!

Citadel listened, head tilted with interest. The idea of someone not having the ability to fight back was bonkers to him. Even when he was tinier and ganglier and couldn’t walk in a straight line. He still knew he was invincible and could take on anything. He leaned forward, and touched a paw to the scar on her nose. Utterly unaware of ‘personal space’ he and his littermates were always in each others space, after all.

“And what was this one for?” He asked, a curious child who wanted to know everything. Did he realise his questions were intrusive and unwanted? Perhaps a little. An awareness at the corner of his mind that he mostly just ignored.