09-05-2012, 12:54 AM
He was an idiot. It was official. Whimsical, and childish, and completely unaware of how dangerous the world could be. Briefly Raoth considered teaching him a lesson in it, beating the dog until he was half dead and then leaving him. No, that wouldn't do him any good. As violent as Raoth was, he didn't feel right attacking anything that couldn't fight back. He'd grown tough to avoid being the victim, and he wasn't about to make more of them. Even if this guy was just screaming victim with that soft open smile and easy tears.
Just a hand? No name? Raoth took the hand, soft and warm in his own. The coyote's own hand was rough, calloused. There were no scars there like there were on the rest of his body, but that was only because Amy had stopped forcing him to train with her when it became clear that he couldn't take the punishment any longer. In fact, this dog was very smooth coated. Releasing the hand Raoth indicated towards him again, pointing at the dog then himself, before frowning, realizing he couldn't say his name. How was he going to get his point across then? Tilting his head Raoth thought about it before shrugging. He'd just have to know the dog by scent.
Just a hand? No name? Raoth took the hand, soft and warm in his own. The coyote's own hand was rough, calloused. There were no scars there like there were on the rest of his body, but that was only because Amy had stopped forcing him to train with her when it became clear that he couldn't take the punishment any longer. In fact, this dog was very smooth coated. Releasing the hand Raoth indicated towards him again, pointing at the dog then himself, before frowning, realizing he couldn't say his name. How was he going to get his point across then? Tilting his head Raoth thought about it before shrugging. He'd just have to know the dog by scent.