Mayhem Meets Bedlam

The boy sat off in the distance, eying the dude that was tackling the grass. He let out a laugh as he tripped and fell, rising to all fours and padding over to the larger boy. "You're stupid," he said, sticking his tongue out at the blue pups. "Grass isn't even dangerous. You're wasting your energy," Caesar lowered himself to a seated position about four feet away from the other pup. He wasn't a nice kid, he never had been. Just because they were apparently captives or something didn't mean that he had to treat everyone nicely. Plus it was crazy that he was a captive, cause he had wanted to be here in the first place. And there were tons of pups here, it was crazy! For real he couldn't freaking turn a corner without seeing another tiny little pup face. Gods above what was this craziness. He had once been the only one causing the trouble, and now what? He had to compete with the freaking giant mans pups. Flashing a toothy grin at the one before him, brown and white tail curling around him. His fawn like pelt shook as he huffed, almost seeming to challenge the boy with a raised brow. Who attacked grass anyways? That was lame...