Warlow was like a child in some circumstances. During mealtime he absolutely abhorred being interrupted but lucky for Azuri his meal was complete, if not terribly satisfying. Where Azuri was a tiny, sleek figure Warlow was a broad, thick wolf. He weighed a little over twice as much as she did and his body constantly demanded energy. For his whole adult life he had been a loner so he didn't know what it meant to be a part of a pack. After the death of his mother he had trailed after Natu, always staying far behind and never inserting himself into her life. She was a gentle creature and no doubt would have taken him in but Warlow was a myriad of emotions inside, a constant tornado wrapped into his russet body.
He had little care for much in his life. No attachments to any sort of home. Nothing save his singular decision to always be nearby the sister who barely knew of his existance. It was a weird situation from the view of any outsiders. Not like anyone noticed as he was normally so distant or grouchy as to push them away.
The sound of water drew him in, his desire to sate a sudden thirst interrupted by a sudden yip behind him. Warlow spun around, swift considering his large size, with stained fangs flashing and yellow eyes glaring. He knew he looked frightening with blood drying on his muzzle and his uninviting snarl. Noticing the red and black female Warlow pauses. Slowly he lowers his lips and pulls his head up, his hackles smoothing down as he looks down on the shorter creature. She is a mere slip of a thing, he thinks. Youthful too - not that he is very old himself. Maybe it is just his grouchy nature that makes him think himself older than those around him.
He looks Azuri over, his lips twisting into a sort of grimace as if he finds her lacking. Truthfully he thought her coloring rather fetching even if she did look similar to him... if he were a pup. The sudden thought makes him grin, a quite sudden switch in his maelstrom of emotions. Her voice is unlike her body. It speaks of a strength and maturity that age brings. And it is also a reminder that she is correct. His belly rumbles in assent and his grin fades as his ears flick back in annoyance. Yet he is somewhat assuaged as he ponders her words for he considers her observance a compliment on his strong figure. "Of course not, little one. Do you have an extra laying around somewhere?"
Warlow's voice is surprisingly rich and smooth considering his rough demeanor. And he taunts her with his words, not because he looks down on her, but because he wishes to push buttons. It is his way to see how far he can go, what irritates her. "You wouldn't make much of a meal as tiny as you are." He snorts, lips twisting into somewhat of a smile.
warlow
male | six years old | mated to none | imprinted to none
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