We're one and the same, deranged!

Novocaine was laying by the river, steel gaze watching the fish lazily floating by. He was wasting away here, the bastard of a brother that had killed his mother was walking free and alive out there and here he was trapped within the confines of his gilded cage. With a growl he lunged forwards, front paws splashing into the river as he snapped at any fish that was in range. They all darted away and he was only left with a dripping muzzle. Lifting it from the cool water her pulled back, and wheeled angrily away from the river bank. Fangs glinting in the weak autumn sun he snapped his gaze around him. What he needed was a distraction.