eyes on fire

Laying there brooding, he gave a slight start as a voice interrupted his droll thoughts. He lifted his head, to see a black she-wolf laying down near him, and his amber eyes narrowed slightly. She was intruding on his space- his solitude, a fact on which he chose not to comment. His ear flicked towards her when she spoke, first asking if he was the son of Isardis. With a scoff of laughter, he'd reply, "Supposedly." The subject of his father was touchy, he felt disassociated from the king, like he wasn't worthy to be called his son. She went on to say that she was nicer than his other pack-mates, and his ears flattened against his head, he didn't know what to say to that.

She introduced herself as Esperenza, and inquired to his name. With a slightly brisk tone, he'd reply, "Genesis. Genesis is my name." That was perhaps one of the odd things that he liked about himself, his name. Something about it appealed to him, but he wasn't sure what. He didn't know what to say- she was one of the few wolves he had talked too without biting their heads off, and being rude was really all he knew how to do. "Did you want something?" He'd ask, not to nicely, resorting back to the things that he knew. Not that his behavior had won him any friends, but he had come to think that perhaps it was better that way.