10-30-2007, 03:31 PM
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Muzzle wrinkled in amusement, fangs faintly exposed from the expression, he watched as the puppy stuck his tongue out and began to strut across the sand. He lifted his head, tilting it faintly as though honestly curious about the creature and his antics, cold laughter lingering on his lips. Honestly, he could care less what the whelp felt about him, and he could care less about his immature act of arrogance. He despised these whelps, and far as he knew, they despised him back. ”Better watch that tongue before someone tears it out,” he said lightly, stretching his legs out before him and burying his claws on the sand.