just making this quick. kind of lazy xD

Being around all these stupid heathens was having some particularly nasty mental side-effects. Where before, Kiche would be inclined to berate and verbally attack any savage on sight... Well, at the moment, he was simply short of just blowing a fuse and screaming at them. Had he been more prone to violence, and actually possessed some semblance of combat skills, then all the heads at Grizzly Hollow —save for Aisling's, of course. However, as things stood, Kiche was capable of little more than screaming and temper tantrums. And cursing.

To be fair, he was having an awful morning. Everything went wrong from the start. He had woken up to find that he had rolled far too close to that... that black little devil. His fur was nearly touching hers. Of course, he flung himself out of the den at that point, unwilling to be near the sleeping forms of so many godless wolves. Except it seemed that the forest was out to get him today, too. A particularly nasty thorn had been waiting for him when he stepped out into the morning, and honestly he had a hard time getting it out. In fact, he had such a hard time that he had all together given up at this point. The present found him cursing and swearing as he stumbled through the overgrowth, increasingly fed up with his ability to even walk properly, let alone survive. And then out of no where, a sudden white form loomed only feet before him, meandering through the woods. A pagan.

"Oh fuck everything! I've had it up to here with you heathens!"

It appeared he had caught her off guard. Her retreat was his solace, because, to be honest he'd rather have nothing to do with her. However, it appeared she wanted to get in a good retort, responding to him with a highbrow question. She sounded lofty and bitter, and very, very like all the other stupid savages he had met in this hell-hole. Great. He answered her in a snarl that rumbled in his throat dangerously, "Who else could I possibly be talking to?" God, heathens really were stupid. There wasn't a soul in sight, and here this scum-bag was, pretending —of course— that she had no idea what he was talking about.

"And don't call me friend, heathen. I'm no friend of any of you devil-worshipers," he added with a threatening snap of his jaws.

Ah, it appeared this one was a bit of a kicker, a heathen with a tongue. Most of the beasts he had met thus far had never risen to the accusations, although one or two had gotten a touch righteous. For the most part, they usually seemed confused, and of course, unintelligent. This one seemed to have no illusions about Kiche's intentions and condemnations, but no matter, she was still a heathen. She could still be out smarted, and she was still going to hell. He dismissed her indignant response as mere ramblings with a broad sweep of his tail. Annoyance flickered in his eyes, "Oh shut up. I don't have to know you personally to see that you've been damned. One good look at you tells me enough. You're a bloody heathen and a devil-hugger. You're a vile creature with a disgusting lifestyle."

As the anger flashed across her face, Kiche was abruptly struck with fear. He had forgotten how dangerous these hellions were. He had forgotten that some of them weren't little runts like the others he had met, and some of them saw no problem with committing mindless acts of violence. Shit. Did he stand a chance against her? She was a bit smaller than him, but she was a savage. They killed and maimed and raped and pillaged for fun, she probably ate god-loving wolves like him for breakfast. The odds did not appear to be in his favor —they rarely were.

But like a summer storm, the acrimony disappeared prematurely. She took another step back, and then told him to leave. That was a first. Usually Kiche was the one order others to leave. However, he was undaunted. Why should he leave? This was practically his home, although he loathed to admit it. At any rate, he didn't want this cantankerous heathen anywhere near Aisling or Pangur Ban. Especially Pangur. Narrowing his eyes, Kiche snorted with derision.

"Angry wolves like me?" there was a harsh bark of laughter, "You're an idiot if you want to call me angry. All you heathen are violent, angry bunch, and I'm a roll in a daisy patch compared to savages like you. I don't give two shits about your past or your gender, and I don't even give two shits about your stupid damned soul." He took a step forward, his teeth bared. What she said was so out of context that it confused and annoyed him. What did her past have to do with anything. "And since you're onmyland, I don't think I will." In reality, Rickalaru had crossed no boundary, but Kiche understood little about scent markers and territory at this point. Hell, he thought the whole practice was dreadful, but he figured he could use it to his advantage in this case.

There was two things in the world Jaysyek hated. Cheaters, and judges. Now cheaters for one was a black mark in her book because her father had been, and because of it she never knew her mother; whatever memories she had, stories she had heard would never compare to the fact her mother was killed because her father hadn't been true. For the so called judges? Who was perfect enough to damn someone else? Nobody was perfect, not a damn soul on this planet. And even walking in their place would not leave someone up to judge another. And God? Yes, she believed in God and it was only him who decided who went to hell and who didn't. Who was higher than God? No one. So quite frankly in her exploring she found it disturbing to hear the shouts of a specific seeming docile male, and the yells of a girl in a fight about hell, wrong, and right, whatever hell else Kiche was talking about. Right away the fur along her spine blazed with seething wrath, pricking ever thread from skull to tail. His lands were they? Who died and made him King of anything? He had yet to even act like he was anywhere but with Aisling, and rage dwelled like a hammer in her rib cage. Maybe today she had that extra influx of pissy girl hormones, or her worry about her dear friend had her taking action. Or it was the slight change in being a leader. The instinctive part of having order and dominance. Whatever it waspregnant or not. A little plump, or smaller than he did not have her fearing. She was enraged by his outpoor on what seemed to be an innocent girl on neutral grounds. Something clicked inside of her. Was a mama bear scary? She might make it look like something huggable. Brows were deep furrows against her widened pupils, and she stalked past the bushes an onto the setting looking three times bigger than what she was. It was clear she meant business, by her curled lips revealing both rows of sharp canines. A feral snarl rumbled deep in her throat, and menacingly cut sharply into the air. She did not hesitate to lay her wild eyes on Kiche, he was her target, his bladerdash. "Kiche I will give you three seconds to appoligize to her..or you will suffer the consequences." A higher pitched growl rolled from her cheeks. She would have no wolf of Grizzly Hollow talking down to anyone, and being a synical tyrant. And if he was going to defy Jaysyek, her rank, or her wishes he would not be getting off with a light handed no, no slap. He was a glutton for punishment. She felt it was about time he learned his place just like everybody else.