He realized his folly in her identity. She was not his sister and she really looked nothing like her. She was small and meek, at the very least his sister had some size on her. It wasn’t anything like his own thickly toned bulk but the boy could tell she was a different sort than what his family was. His coughing fit distracted the angry hell child, listening to some strange noises as he did so. He ignored them, but as soon as his coughing fit was done his jade and gold flecked eyes met her own. He noticed she had moved away from him as if she was like those creatures who went up the trees with fuzzy tails, they didn’t like him too close either. He would kill those things if he could catch them… Her small form was much like the food his parents brought home, but only smaller. Maybe he could bring this home to his parents. Perhaps then they wouldn’t look at him with their hungry eyes.
It was then that she did that weird sound again, they were all different and soft, squeaky and he understood none of it. He glared at her his head lowering defensively not understanding her actions in the slightest. It honestly confused him and scared him a little that he could not understand what she was doing like he could Riven and his parents. His hackles raised again not sure what she was doing. He had shown his weakness after all and his lungs still burned and felt as though he couldn’t breathe again. This cold made it so hard.
His torso twitched as he held in some coughs making little gasping sounds as he tried to hold in the enviable coughing fit that would take him over again. Laying down he placed a paw over his nose to warm it, making his breaths feel warmer though really he couldn’t move like this. He found himself in the den doing this often to help with his breathing to keep his coughing fits away. This girl was no threat to him, she was small and though she made those weird noises he had never heard before it didn’t seem to be hurting him. He could tell if she was going to attack. While her pose showed confidence and annoyance the rest of her was left scared of what he could do.
He was silent watching her with narrowed challenging eyes. He wasn’t sure if she would dare come to close to him, his tail lashed in the snow as warning as he continued to muffle the strangled feeling in him. He wasn’t sure what to do with her. She knew he was weak, yet she wasn’t giving him that look as if he was the next thing to be eaten. He had no idea what to think of her and those strange sounds she made. Perhaps she was weak too and if that was the case perhaps he should team up with her for a little extra protection rather than try to eat her. Maybe. He just wasn’t sure what to do.
The curiosity and confusion, as well as hurt showed in his gaze as he laid on his stomach, fluffy silky soft fur blanketing him from the cold of the snow for the most part and keeping the air he so wished was warm, comfortable for the moment. He needed a den, some place to hide that would warm as he breathed. He would try to find something in a moment, anything to get his lungs from feeling as if they were going to fly up from his mouth the next time he had a fit.
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