Red twitched his ears and looked up at the eagle. It was bothering him that the bird was still there, more or less looking at him. In fact, it was odd that it had come anyplace near him in the first place. Hazel eyes narrowed and he mouthed something along the lines of ‘go away’ or maybe even ‘piss off’. He seriously doubted that the bird would understand him, and he did it in the way that one might talk to a tree. But then, Sol always talked to trees, maybe it was just him.
Red frowned but complied with the she-wolf’s request. He felt rotten just because she had called him specifically a coyote. He wasn’t a complete coyote. The way she said it, he felt that she meant or was implying that because he was coyote he was like the individuals in the Inferni. Red climbed down the tree, keeping his eyes on the she-wolf in case she did anything and muttered to himself. ”Yo no cerro this tus pack. Perdón, señorita! Cer fue muy inviting, mucho simpático.”
Red reached the bottom and surveyed the situation. He glanced over the female and sighed, losing the look of anger that he was feeling. ”Red Sol.” He said, placing a hand on his chest. At the very least she should know his name. Red felt somewhere in the back of his head a small amount of hope that she might talk to Cer. If that would happen maybe he should try to be more friendly. He didn’t want Cercelee to regret… what happened. |
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