Laufey paused to nose at the ground, his snout trailing the scent markings of an small, unfamiliar creature. How things managed to live between these empty rock walls was beyond him. He had yet to see any water and unless you were a predator, the only source of food appeared to be whatever had peed on the ground before him. There was nothing green here, just varying shades of red as far as the eye could see. In a way, the ravine was beautiful. It had a barren, cold feel to it, but its beauty was unmistakable. Such were the thoughts of a romantic, which he was not, and so with a rolling of his eyes, Laufey banished such silly thoughts. Beauty, in his mind, was a useless thing. It didn't feed you or keep you safe. Really, there was no point in appreciating the aesthetics of an inanimate object. Now wolves? Maybe. But that was an argument for his later years.
The boy took up slinking again, stopping only when a rumble from the opposite shadows reached his ears. Grumpy to begin with, the warning only served quip his anger. This wasn't pack land or anything; the grumbler had no claim to the ravine and so, Laufey reasoned, he was perfectly within his rights to cavort about it if he chose to. It would be one thing if he was invading their space, but he wasn't. There was plenty of room between them. Irritably, he snapped, "The hell is your problem?"
"Speech"
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