He stared at the girl for a moment after his coughing fit had ended and he was feeling a little better. The wheeze in his breathing though was ever present as he looked up at the aburn girl his sleek tail giving a flick as he was unsure what to do with her now. He growled, not liking her standing over him as she did, she was not the one who would be dominant in this relationship. No he would not be dominated by anyone other than his parents unless they fought him for his place. He was feral and wild and he wasn’t about to show anything otherwise. His hackles puffed up and the mostly black furred boy stood up giving a few grumbles. He was taller than the girl and he lifted his head up lifting a lip so that one tiny fang showed.
He decided he wouldn’t hurt her, but she spoke those weird words again, something about her seemed off. She hobbled slightly towards him and away and he could see it in her gate that he had hurt her. He hadn’t meant too, he had simply thought that she was his sister. A small whine came from his maw, though it was quickly silenced. His ears fell back for a moment as she began walking away, watching her with his bright wild eyes. She was strange and he wondered how bad he had hurt her as she wobbled away a few steps forward. The girl stopped his ears flicking and head tilting slightly.
She turned to look at him again making all those strange high pitched noises that were strange. He crouched down slightly looked at her warily as she beckoned him forward with her form. He understood that, but should he? He looked back over his own shoulder in the direction that he had come from his own parents den. His wheezing breath was enough to tell him that perhaps he shouldn’t go back just yet, if at all. His slender form moved toward a little timidly at first, sidling step by step in what was clearly a cautious manner. Seir wondered if he had misread her again, once she confirmed his suspicions or didn’t tell him off for nearing her he would follow.
He traveled behind her, crouched down as if her shadow. Moving under the trees and through the brush as he did so. He liked being out of sight. The black, white and patched boy would follow her for now, see where she went. Plus he was curious about her legs and if he had really hurt her. Seir was still too young to know that this girl would be the very willing prey of his parents should they had been there. A lesson he would learn perhaps, for now though he didn’t know if it was a regular issue much like his own breathing, just that he had harmed her.
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