Maybe he should go. The thought filtered through his brain, and his entirety buzzed with approval. It seemed like every part was in agreement. Any second and his tail would be turned and paws padding out and passed the severed heads that stood guard. But when there was no movement, he realized that he was frozen in place.
Eyes watched the male as his face changed, the emotions that played with the scared features just as confusing as the words that matched them. Golden eyes watched, the scarred beast’s mouth and traced the pink healed cuts up to his gaze. Heath knew that he himself was scarred a bit, but hoped that his face wasn’t the same as this beast. The boy cared about his looks, it was obvious that this one didn’t.
Still finding himself standing in the same spot he started to wonder what hold the ragged coyote had over him. To bad. The words shot from his mouth as if his voice didn’t even belong to him. Maybe he didn’t want to be another bitch that the yote scared off, or maybe he just did care what would happen. Or maybe he was searching for company. Before he could determine the answer he spoke again. I’m Heath, by the way. An introduction? What the fuck was wrong with him?