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Denver couldn't help but scoff at Bastion's reply. Was he being mocked? He couldn't tell, but with his mood already fouled by the weather he had little patience for things that tested him. His face screwed up into an ivory scowl and pale blue eyes flickered from the small grey wolf to his mud-colored progeny, amazed that the man would dress the child in such girlish garb. He shouldn't have been surprised by such strange actions from Bastion, who had already astounded him at nearly every meeting, but somehow Denver couldn't help it. "He's wearin' a skirt," he grumbled, gesturing plainly to the small pup, edging away as he came nearer. "Skirts are for girls." He thought things like this were obvious, but of course for the less humanized canines, such knowledge was non-existant. Inconvenient, as Denver hated explaining things. Hoping he wouldn't be questioned further, he urged his feet towards home.
Just when the mutt thought he was in the clear, he heard scuffling in the snow behind him. The sound of small feet running on the crunchy fresh snow was distinct, but by the time Denver turned and saw the tawny pup leaping up at him, he had no time to evade him. When he felt paws on his clothing, Denver growled, screaming a horrified "No!" before yanking himself away from the child. The snow wasn't thick, but it was deceptive, and Denver tripped over a hidden rock under the snow, struggling to keep his balance before ultimately slipping. Flailing as he fell, he ended up covered in wet snow and mud, cursing himself, the child, and Bastion. He punched at the cold ground, once again sending a small flurry of loose flakes into the wind. "I ain't playin' in the snow! I was dry 'til now!" he shrieked, maddened, as he rolled back onto his feet and stood, brushing himself off with angry swipes of ivory paws, glaring at the puppy and Bastion both, stewing with annoyance at the pair. He just wanted to be dry.