Dutch appeared out of nowhere from behind a bush, a snarl escaping his lips. He flicked his tail, ready for a fight. But Ril'o, his brother, didn't seem to want to fight. He had just said hello. His eyes, bright yellow, were clouded with irritation and the desire to fight. "Ril'o, ah. What a... pleasant surprise," Dutch rumbled, growling. Pleasant? As if.
"What's a wolf like you doing out here? You don't deserve such a... beautiful landscape," Dutch mumbled, almost forcing the words out. He could think of many other things to say, but he wasn't sure if anyone was lurking about. He smiled, flashing a set of unkept, almost gross teeth. "How are you, my brother?" Dutch couldn't care less if Ril'o was fine or not. Yet, he needed reassurance that he wasn't picking for a fight. For now... Dutch thought grimly.
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