05-29-2008, 04:54 PM
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Red shifted slightly, looking up at the bird. He didn’t like it sitting over him like that. If there was one thing that he wasn’t used to, it was anyone being above him. He was the one in the trees, he should be on top. The hybrid flared a nostril at the bird and glared at it suspiciously. He then turned back to the much-more-important she-wolf below him. Red felt like laughing at her statement and wondered for a moment if she really was going to hurt him. It seemed to him that this was a trick question. Maybe she was like those Inferni coyotes that got such schadenfreude.
”’One should only fear harm’ when many wolf y coyote a otro try to hurt them.” He stated plainly, mocking her slightly. Red didn’t move from his perch, though he did move his hand to his hand-pouch. If she tried anything he was pretty confident in his throwing abilities. The hybrid was happy for Skoll’s instructions now. |