“No.”

The single word is assured- pale green eyes peering from beneath the thickness of his dark fur, each blackened tip highlighted in a pale silver that held an unearthly glow within the darkness of the den. The sun had long since risen and yet the puppy refuses to remove himself from his mother’s side, curled tightly into the warmth of her as he eyes his sister now with disdain. He is displeased she had woken him from his seemingly eternal slumber, green eyes aglow in the gloom as he looks upon her now, baring small teeth towards her in threat before seeking to return to his sleep. It is only her continued nudges that finally see him relent at last, a sigh hissing from his jaws in a childish display of temper. He is a quiet boy, unobtrusive, silent, ever-watchful and yet he is lazy and shockingly slow. He will not rise without purpose, will not follow his Mother across the fields on walks, will not shift from his Father’s path unless Tobias should seek to physically throw him clear.

He is obstinate and dangerously so, a child convinced of his right to eternal peace and as such he refuses the commands of any and all until he alone is good and ready to see them carried out. Words are wasted on him- he simply tunes them out, physical punishment is simply absorbed into him- even Tobias teeth snapping at him do little more then leave marks that heal and yet still the boy remains stubborn and wilful. Refusing to move, to engage, to offer any indication he is even alive unless utterly forced to do so. He simply does not care- or so it would seem. Yet- to rouse the boy is dangerous in itself. He is poor tempered at the best of times and yet to force him to his feet to provoke the proverbial bear. A child whom will one day become a sleeping giant of sorts, one better left entirely alone.

His teeth snap at his sibling, tail flicking in irritation as he emerges from the den, white banded tail trailing behind him as he does, striding out and onto the field as he scowls at the sun- as if the very sun is to bright and the grass is to green and the sky is too blue and the shade is to…shady. He very near storms across the ground, the very image of a disgruntled child throwing a tantrum as he moves towards the nearest tree. Why his sister had wanted him to come outside he hardly knows and he hardly cares. That silvery black child, beautiful in the light, storms into the shade of the nearest tree before abruptly laying himself down again.

“I am not moving anymore. I am out. Go away.”

So there.