Tychon mistook the slap of tiny paws on the ground for being some stupid river-side rodent. The misconception was the reason he remained sulking in the mud instead of heaving himself up to disappear before he was engaged. As it happened, he was caught by the puppy who approached him. Out of his peripheral vision, she came urgently, her light eyes round with concern. He expect she hadn’t noticed his monstrous appearance because it was hidden in the water. His amber eyes gazed passed her, refusing to acknowledge her arrival when she stopped beside him. He was waiting for the pup’s mind to grasp the magnitude of his mauled features. Maybe she’d think he was dead if he didn’t move. There it was - a whine of distress or disgust. He didn’t care which, as long as she left.

Instead, she began her screech of terror with the childish fantasy of magic. Tychon’s amber eyes widened as they focused on her, perplexed by the rest of her words. She’d touched something far back in his brain - he’d wanted to be an adventuring knight once - and as swiftly as it came to him, he bared mental fangs at it to chase it away. Then, he actually saw her. The pure concern shining in her lilac eyes wrenched on his guts, though he didn’t know if it was in a bad way. His eyes traced with pattern of her scars. He knew it was a wolf bite. The sight ignited the word "Mundare" across his mind in a terrifying whisper. His heart thudded with momentary fear when she leaned towards him, her tiny black nose nearing his wound. Tychon finally moved. His featured flexed into crocodile-like hostility. A dark growl dragged out at her question, which bubbled water up around his muzzle.

He stood to get his face away from her and murky liquid streamed down his muddy fur in an effort to return to the river. He told her as he turned away, “Let me save you some growing pains, twerpette. Outside of one occasion, magic doesn’t exist. Don’t rely on it.” Inconspicuously, he followed her suggestion about the water when he began walking upstream. As he did, he wondered irritably about who had let their offspring out alone? He glanced suspiciously into the trees further up the bank. He bet that stupid large, white-face bastard was watching this puppy too. Well, Tychon wasn’t going to stick around to be embarrassed or tormented this time and he was confident that the female pup would stay where she was at; he’d made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t interested in her help, so she’d loose interest go away on her own. In better words, he wouldn’t have to hurt her to get her to leave.