Weakness Is Punished.
05-02-2014, 09:36 AM
The female grated on his nerves, it took every bit of self control not to turn himself about and lunge at her once again. The wind was the only reminder that it indeed was growing cold, which made him cast a look over his right shoulder, one storm engulfed eye falling level with her as he curls his lips back in general distaste. The muscles along his jaw twitch in anger, he would have to hunt after speaking with her, not because he was hungry, but because this disobedience was driving him up the creek in a sinking boat, with no damn paddle.
Words meet his ears, the twitch in his jaw intensifying as he completely turns himself about. Ears seem to fade into the thick fur along his neck and the start of his head, tongue slides slowly out of his mouth as he blankly stares at her. Is she even listening? His mind searched for an answer, the eye roll would have come if thought that, that would help the situation. But atlas it would not. "That is not what we asked fe-male, we ask for the pur-pose, what is the pur-pose of a pack?" He states as he stares at her, somewhere between disbelief and annoyance as she puts her haunches onto the ground.
Was she raving mad? "We have already att-acked you once, why wo-uld you put yourself in a po-sit-ion that is harder to react in?" He comments on her sitting and then nods his head back toward the entrance of the cavern.
"Speech"
'thoughts'