A snarl ripped through the air after the boy's word. Fuck right we aren't. Which means I can do whatever the fuck I please by myself. Without a better warning, Laike rushed forward with what little distance there was between them. He was aiming to slam all of his weight into the yearling. Preferably his chest (to perhaps barrel him right over and or knock the wind out of him) but he would hit whatever he could.
If he had a clue that his own daughter was watching in the distant background, perhaps he wouldn't have been so vulgar and quick to violence. Then again the dumbass boy had it coming.
I’ve got some work to do