◦300+ words. This makes me feel mean, beating up Myrtle who only wants to see his broooother. :c
Nala stared blankly at him, trying to determine what he meant in the first place. "What". . . What? Nala had no idea what was making this Dahlian so confused, since he had been very clear in everything that he said! Obviously, those dummies in Dahlia were all stupid, he decided, conveniently forgetting that Minos was also from that pack. His friend might be from that pack, but he had not come traipsing too close to Inferni, like this guy and that little black puppy. Obviously, Minos was the only smart Dahlian. There was no other explanation. "What is wrong with you?" he asked blankly, wrinkling his nose in what was a bizarre mixture of confusion, fascination, and annoyance. There did not seem to be any logical reason that this guy would be acting the way that he was, though Nala was not one to quite grasp the concept of logic.
But, that wasn't the important part! Nala's job was not to understand (which he probably couldn't do if someone spelled it out for him), but to help Anselm and the rest of the clan to win this war. Since Myrtle was not going to make this easy for the young coyote, he was going to have to actually fight and drive him off. Oh, jeez, that would be interesting. "You need to leave!" he yipped again, stepping closer in what he thought was a terribly menacing manner. Instead of waiting for an answer, however, the young Inferni member launched himself quickly - he had not been lying when he had told Anselm he was quick! - at the man's egs, snapping angrily at his ankles. Maybe he could knock him down, then beat him up, then drag him away like Anselm had done with the puppy! Except, Anselm hadn't beat her up or anything like that, just made her leave.