Shivershade

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SIX - NONE; HEART - NONE; SOUL - OF NOWHERE

It depends on what day a wolf finds Shivershade on when it comes to his mood. Some days he can smirk and enjoy the day creating all manner of mischief and on others he bristles and snarls and generally postures himself. That is not to say that Shivershade does not act upon that posturing. He is a thief at heart just the same as Renegade, stealing from those who in his mind do not need it. Not that he needs it himself and if he was completely honest with himself he stole for the hell of it. Not for any grand meaning nor from any certain wolf.

Today his eyes twitch and narrow upon the grin that Renegade shows. To him this might seem a funny situation but to Shiv is almost made him suspect the male more. Yet he cannot help the way he smirks back at the red male when he makes a small jibe at him. As if nothing Shiv had was worthwhile. And truly it wasn't for he ate all his meals and kept only what was needed to survive the rest of the day. Any leftover food, rare as it was, was guarded zealously. "Is that so?" He mutters back, ears swiveling. Well that made Renegade a bit better than him, he reckoned, for Shiv would steal from anyone. Young, old, starving, full. Didn't matter, if he could take it without much of a fight he would. Hell even a small fight was worth it.

Renegade has on him a sly tongue that is a bit too brazen. For a moment the chocolate male considers moving down to the male and giving him a taste of his own teeth in response but then he decides to let it go. Renegade, after all, was wandering freely and had noting of value upon him either. His red hide was not all that fetching in Shiv's opinion and wouldn't do well for his den, so he mimics the posture of the other and curls his tail around his haunches. "You'd likely not get far," he grunts back.

He bares his teeth in a blatant threat though it turns into a grin despite his eyes remaining cool as he continues to stare at Renegade. Pestering male he is. Shiv is almost regretting stopping him just for his smarmy attitude. "Size does not always rule out certain things," he says, glancing up and down Renegade. "It certainly does help though." Now his own grin is just as snarky as that of the red boy's. "Out hunting for a mate then?" The scent was not female to Shiv's nostrils but who knew? Maybe he was misreading the situation.