It's not even breakfast

at least his child didn't seem to be a totally pathetic coward. a snicker of amusement bubbled in his chest, as the pup didn't flee from his sudden intrusion in the young childs game. he watched as his spawn's hackles raised, revealing tiny dagger like teeth, drawing a loud rumble of laughter from the alabaster brute. stepping forward, he lowered his head, feeling his own hackles raise as a snarl etched itself along his maw, revealing his own teeth with a deep warning growl. as he moved, his body tensed up, slipping into a position that was clearly offensive.

"sure you want to stand up to me child?"

he knew the bastard child wouldn't know who he was, and perhaps that made the torture all the more interesting. in one bite, one simple snap of the jaws, he could end the scrawny little creature who stood before him, could taste the blood coursing through its veins, his blood. 'Out.' was the childs reply, and a snicker left his parted jaws.

"you should stay home, child, there are creatures out here who'd enjoy the meager meal you'd make."

with a huff, he turned padding away his head high from his spawn, stepping around his rock pile, before pausing, his muscles bunching underneath his ivory draped coat, before he jumped. landing on the top, he settled himself, his two toned eyes watching the oddly marked pup, that was his son.