Emotions ebbed through him, with little rhyme or reason; he was merely a conduit for anger and sadness and rage, with no control over what came over him. There was fury in his pawsteps, in his unsteady posture as he moved aimlessly forward. Only when the voice of another would sound nearby would he pause, halting abruptly. His rage would shift to something akin to panic as he swung his head to the side, red eyes widening in surprise as he searched for the male that had spoken. 'Hey, you alright there?' was what he'd asked and he felt his eyes narrowing as he finally focused on the stranger.
For a long moment, Steel was silent. Watching the stranger with a wary stare, a slight fire burning in his crimson eyes. "No," he spat matter-of-factly, tension audible in his youthful voice. "Why do you care?" Why would a stranger want to know if he was okay? How would they even understand? If anyone, he figured only his siblings would be able to even begin to understand the pain and emptiness that suddenly overwhelmed him. Certainly this boy wouldn't get it. His tail lashed behind him as he grew more agitated at the stranger's unwarranted and largely unwanted approach.
