the aftermath

He would look down at her as the cat walked towards him, he wouldn’t flinch or move if she was trying to intimidate him. She didn’t seem to sugarcoat anything that she would say next. She called him a mutt, at least that was an improvement from calling him her pet. He didn’t care what pleased her or what consequences he would have to pay, he would continue to look down at her with a cold stare. She began to speak again and asked him his name, this was a good step forward her knowing his name. That would give her another option of things to call him as opposed to the names that he didn’t like. Without a snarl in his voice he would calmly answer “Vrel”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think