Tlarx almost released a loud laugh at Ash's words. I'm not interested in that bitch, he thought, gazing at the two. They seemed to mesh together with how cuddled up they were- wait, no, they were protecting each other. Big difference, there, Tlarx. Closing his lids, he rolled his eyes before opening his eyes once more. "I'm not interested." His deep voice was smooth, and he almost wanted to spit the words in an acidic way, but he remained peaceful. He kept his eyes on the Hervok now, pretending as if Treena had never 'graced' him with her presence. If she was to toy with him, she'd be walking back to wherever the hell she came from with no pelt on.
With the simple sentence flowing from his throat, he turned away from the two, padding towards a small rock. The soil around it was moist, and he lowered his head, nose nudging underneath it. With a fluid flip of his head, the rock overturned, revealing a salamander. Tlarx observed the creature silently, watching its slimy skin glisten softly as it squirmed in place. Eyes peering back to the two, he did not want to please them with the sight, so he turned the rock back over atop of the salamander gingerly. He gazed at the slanted-eyed wolf once more, not bothering to turn his large body to face him this time.
(This post was last modified: May 14, 2012, 01:43 AM by Tlarx.)