11-22-2009, 03:07 AM
To say that Mason was disgusted by the presence of the yellow wolf. He hated the liberties he took, meandering over Clan territory as though it was no big deal. It was a huge deal to Mason. It mattered very much to him. He was somewhat nationalistic. He was devoted Inferni. The clan had been his home for almost the entirety of his life. And to be honest, he could not remember anything outside of these lands. His memories of the times he had wandered were fading, and he could not remember his parents' faces at all.
His fur bristled, betraying his agitation. He turned just for a few seconds to look at the Hydra. He had offered to help Mason, implying that the boy could play a part in removing this nuisance. That was not something that Mason had been expecting. His mouth twisted into an ugly snarl which was strangely bloodthirsty and curious at the same time.
"I hope that he does not accept the warning," he said, his golden gaze returning to the offending creature. "But I don't think he would understand it anyway." Wolves were highly unreasonable creatures, in Mason's opinion and experience. "Let's go," the sandy colored boy said in determination, his thin body streaking through the trees toward the yellow man.
His fur bristled, betraying his agitation. He turned just for a few seconds to look at the Hydra. He had offered to help Mason, implying that the boy could play a part in removing this nuisance. That was not something that Mason had been expecting. His mouth twisted into an ugly snarl which was strangely bloodthirsty and curious at the same time.
"I hope that he does not accept the warning," he said, his golden gaze returning to the offending creature. "But I don't think he would understand it anyway." Wolves were highly unreasonable creatures, in Mason's opinion and experience. "Let's go," the sandy colored boy said in determination, his thin body streaking through the trees toward the yellow man.