A malicious grin sat upon the young Nishant's lips as he held himself high upon Buck; in his mind the woman before him was no threat, the pack's lands he trespassed were weak and feeble and undeserving of any respect from him. Criminals... thieves, that's what the pack was for they had stolen his sister, lured her away from him. And this so called mate she had ran off to be with? He was just as bad as them, filthy scum the lot of them. Green eyes glared at the black coated woman daring her to try anything, the foolish boy felt invincible upon his steed. Until something flew at him, his reflex's kicked in and he docked, hearing whatever it was fly cleanly over his head and the mocking words of the woman caused him to growl in response, his hands clenched tight shook with both anger and humiliation. Opening his mouth he was ready to give the horrible woman a piece of his mind, his hand reached back to where his spear was attached to his stallion’s saddle.
As his pale hand wrapped itself around the weapon he froze, a familiar voice cutting into him and instantly he dipped his head, shoulders hunched in an attempt to make himself small, his previously high and wagging tail fell still and dropped as low as possible while he was still mounted upon Buck. Painstakingly slowly he turned his head inch by inch until the form of his white sister came into field of vision. She had to come now, why couldn't she have turned up a few minutes later. Although it was unlikely it would have made a difference when Aya turned up, for he hadn't planned on stopping his insults and the hand upon his spear spoke of intended violence. Opening his mouth he wanted to quickly explain the situation so that she'd understand him and forgive him; it was just a misunderstanding after all. But then the wretched black she-wolf spoke, reciting his insults to his sister and he knew he was screwed.
Hesitantly he smiled at his sister, attempting to play as innocent and ignorant as possible; as if he didn't know any better. “Aya, long time no see” he spoke, his voice barely a whisper.
Images courtesy of Jer Kunz & *clairity*
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