Truth

Davey lifts his lip, teeth flashing as the petulant child turns the ire in his direction. "You're the one yelling, chubby." A relaxed flick of his tail, the trademark border collie stare fixing on the boy before him. Head low, calculating as he looks on the creature. Everything about him is holding steady. Confident. Poised, even.

A genuine laugh rattles through him, as the darker child decides that the tree is his. "Don't see your name on it nowhere, and the entitlement ain't cute." The words come with a roll of his eyes. Davey's expression hangs between boredom and dull curiosity, idly chewing at the leather wrap on his axe handle. "Aren't you out past your bedtime, kiddo? No wonder you're so grumpy."

Another sniff of the air... where the fuck is Tide? Calliope's scent still hanging on the breeze, she's not far off. This is just a little delay in his search, after all.

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