He looked at the girl who oddly now reminded him of the first girl he had met, Elesor. Istas had to say he was very quickly learning to dislike the female gender. All except his mother, she as a good female. His white eyes were set on the girl who seemed to have her own locked onto him looking at him almost hungrily for some strange reason like she wanted something out of him. He didn’t like that, why did they think they were so entitled to things? Girls were weird and stupid, they weren’t even fun to stare at like his brothers. They made him happy to watch, girls were just, gross. He was just staring at her, not even blinking just as his father had taught him to stare, but his entire visage showed he was not very impressed with her or her little prissy show. He could do better than that.

He shook out his super fluffy, curly coat, tossing his thick mane slightly and letting his banner wave about, he was certainly more beautiful than her by a long shot, and he knew it. His coat was pure and she just looked like a mangled dinner. Hrmph! Who was she to act like that, she wasn’t even good looking! She stood up there acting like she owned the world, no one owned the world. Her scent still bothered him, but what did it matter, she said she didn’t belong to Iromar and this was her Crater. He was certain that only other packs had alphas, and he was quick to reply.

”Your Crater? Packs are the only kingdoms to be ruled, these lands belong to everyone, so I own this crater just as much as you! Hah!” Istas said stinking his little pink tongue out at the girl grinning slightly. If girls had to act so entitled to things they don’t own why couldn’t he? The extra fluffy boy looked bigger and hopefully she would think he was much bigger than he looked. Really he was the smallest of his siblings in terms of any sort of weight, but he would like to see his brothers catch him if it came to a race. He rather liked his fluffy, yet light figure. He hated being wet though it made him look so scrawny.

She thought she was so special though. He could tell, how she stood how she jumped down puffing out her chest. Just like that one girl who had made fun of him when he was having a bad day! How unfair! Girls play dirty and they are gross and boring! ”No, and not sure even if did know you that I would want too, you aren’t very nice.” He said with a huff, ”Girls are all crazy.” Istas said with a note of finality.

She made it sound like it was a privilege to know her, well news flash it wasn’t. Just how she acted and talked he could tell she wasn’t the type of creature he would like at all. Call him a girl hater or whatever, save for his mother he never had seen a nice female. They were all grumpy, mean and plain unpleasant. They could at least try to act nice and normal. His tail flicked he stared her down, preparing to leave and continuing to try and find and follow his brother and that other crazy girl who had to go out here in the first place. He was convinced, girls were very, very bad creatures.