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Well this had gotten wildly out of control. Toxin regretted ever leaving the den and he pinned his ears in anger. It was this big guy's fault for being there, if he'd just been able to follow Ganja for a bit and get back to mother it would have been okay. And even better, he was gonna get in trouble. Mother would be hard on him, perhaps father too. Did that mean the big one, this 'Valentine' would be hard on him as well? He had all the reason in the world to believe it was just a thing old wolves did to young ones, after all. Man, that was gonna suck! But as Valentine addressed him, Tox began to wonder. He was being... kind, and... almost gentle. Toxin took a half step backwards, confusion evident on his small face. "'M Toxin," he mumbled, before turning and skittering a few more paces back. Mother seemed at odds with the big man, or perhaps just that irate with him and his siblings, and Toxin wondered if perhaps he'd run in the wrong direction. |