The Wildwood take me back to sunny days.

Kerberos found himself losing interest in this foul-mouthed stranger. More sounds of tcht which the tawny male was thinking might have been some kind of nervous tick or disease. He wasn't a healer or anything but his parents had warned him that were sicknesses that could drive even the strongest wolves mad. Perhaps that's what had gotten in this guy's head. So agitated and eager to keep using unnecessary language. Maybe it was rubbing off on the Rigel and he should get a move on.

It seemed the dark male had the same idea, though. Kerberos stood his ground and stared at the aggressive posture. Puta? Did he mean to say puma? Did this guy have a weird liking for animals or something? The Draw wolf merely rolled his eyes as the other took off. "Same to you, pal." He mumbled when the male was out of the close area. Kerberos was ready to get out of this cold and back to his pack mates. He had better things to do than butt-heads with some asshole (the thought did not occur to him that he'd also been a bit of an asshole).

With one more look over his shoulder, he started to move again. There was nothing worthwhile out here in all this cold and snow.

-exit-

(This post was last modified: Jun 18, 2017, 10:07 PM by Kerberos.)

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