Little Talks

And it would seem just as soon as he would walk away, the bastard who he had turned his back on would move quietly. Pressed into the dirt, he could feel the heat of his fathers breath at his ear, and the pup rolled over suddenly with a snarl, teeth bared, he'd snap at his father's muzzle, not caring that the other was much larger, and the canines his face was inches away from could subtly and quickly end his life. A growl would pull itself from the pup, as he glared into the eyes of his oddly masked father. He could feel loathing deep within his chest, a cold fire burning. A spitting word would leave him.

"Assface."