hero or villain

We fear nothing.

The male was completely focused on the ground, his nose moving along it as he dissected the scents, breaking the pack down into pieces as he ponders each fragment, each scent, each smell. Children... His mind diluted the information down into the only word that could explain the packs make up. The alpha of children, having more children...how...simple. His mind easily rotates the thoughts.

Her words then reach his ears, his eyes slowly sliding back to stare at her. What was this? He did not ask her to speak. Nay, the alpha of puppies was trying to address him? Finally he blinks, his head turning back to the direction from where he came. Another unworthy pack, no one can defend with a bunch of yearlings and puppies, his thought kept spinning round and round like thunder against a mountain.

Her head would dip, his brow would knit together as he suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. "Not-hing, we shall find some-place worthy, too many young-lings for our taste," He rumbles, eyes narrowing down to fine slits, the muscles under is pelt twitching with anticipation, but soon he turns, the male stalking off into the environment.

-exit imonde-


"Speech"
'thoughts'