A little walk away [Lian]

Vitus continued to stare, if only in an attempt to intimidate the child. But where he believed he had the intimidation of an adult, of a full bodied wolf with the muscles and the power to back up his stare, he merely had puppy fur and a burning fire of anger in his belly. His brows creased before he broke the eye contact to look past the stranger, wanting to get to where he was going...wherever that was. But at least this was a distraction from the emotions that swelled in his chest, at least this was another direction for his anger to turn.

Instead, he turned back to the other child, raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer and spat those words with a malice Vitus couldn't understand. There was so much he was unused to in this world, so much he had yet to know, and it was harder now that his family seemed so withered and broken. (or, had they always been this way?) He smirked at him before raising his lip to show his childish canines, and yet he continued to keep the words silent, within himself. He didn't even growl as he took a single step back to lower his head, his toes bracing against the floor of the earth. It was instinctual, and imperfect, he had no one to teach him a proper stance...he believed. He merely stared at the boy, a cocky smirk upon his maw and his eyebrow raised as if to return the question back. Did he have the walk to back up his talk?


"Burn Baby Burn"