Little Talks

His father would stand, and he would be reminded of his youth as he was forced to stare up at him in order to meet his gaze. Cerberus wasn't intimidated by his father. The pup knew no fear. Glaring up at his dad, he sat down, clearly un-worried by the larger males presence. Rolling his eyes at his father's chuckle, a dark growl escaped him, when his father would speak. What he had heard of the man was correct, he was an arrogant fool. Plans? What plans could the absentee father possibly have for the pup? He hadn't been enough of his life to even voice a damned opinion that the pup would bother to listen too.

"I don't give a damn about your plans."

With a snort he'd push himself to his feet, and begin to walk away, wondering in the back of his mind if his father would dare attempt to stop him. Head held high he would move away with swagger, his tail high, clearly in disrespect to his sire.