It's not even breakfast

the alabaster brute had remained close, though he didn't watch over his spawn's every move. always lurking nearby, always around. he had watched each pup, his mind contemplating its future, if it survived that long. today, from a rock he had perched himself on, he watched curiously as novacaine emerged alone into the world, apparently exploring on his own. ah, so the coward did have some nerve after all. interesting. moving from his rock, he jumped down, hoping to land in front of his bastard pup, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest.

"and where are you going, child?"

he asked, his baritone voice merely a rumble, as he looked down at the pathetic scrap of fur that shared his blood. would the pup stand up to the measurements his parents had laid out for him, and why in the hell, was he even here? damn morphine. this was all her fault. what female in her right mind gave birth to his spawn and let them live?