The boy watched her tumble past him with an amused expression, a victorious grin working its way onto his dark lips. He raised his nose, a brow raised as he adopted a dominant stance. Unable to restrain himself the Kael scoffed at her words and responded with an indifferent shrug. “Y’wan’ be f’iends? Y’try ’n bite me ’n you think s’ok?” He spat, his nostrils flaring as he pummelled her with his words, his claws digging into the soft ground as his frustration grew. Cyril knew that he had instigated the scuffle with the river cub, and that she would not have tried to bite his tail if he had not provoked her, but it did not matter. He was trying to get it through her thick skull that he did not want to be friends.

Quickly he shook his head, dismissing her apology. “No fo’give,” he retorted quickly as he turned on his heels, his hackles raised as he stomped away from her. Perhaps, in the future, he would not mind the company of the silver-eyed girl, but for now he wanted nothing to do with her. Cyril had enough friends on the monadnock and preferred wolves older than him. They were much more fun to play with… and not as whiney.