Our noses and muzzle come together in this moment, but it is a clash, not a thing of any sort of affection. His teeth make a slight graze upon me, but it is nothing that would even cause a scratch. I almost think he doesn’t really want to hurt me, but regardless it is unacceptable. He is a pup, and his parents did not teach him manners! I guess it is up to me, eh?
With his muzzle so close, I suddenly snap. There is a quickness to my movement, perhaps inherited by my assassin line. I am indeed built to be strong and quick. My jaws open as I seek to grab his muzzle and shake it- like a mother does to an unruly pup. That is what he is right now. A pup with no manners who needs to be taught some damn manners! Not everyone has a good upbringing I suppose. A pup cannot help that, but if he wants to adjust to society he needs to learn or he is going to be eaten alive if he ever approached a pack that is not his own. He asks why I fight this, and he seems genuinely surprised that I am not reacting how I guess he wants.
”Eh you think anyone will respond well to that kind of approach?” I say, my voice still irritated but now somewhat...more my normal self, care free. I get a sense he will not hurt me, but I will not put my guard down, and there is no way he is going to dominate me. If I have to I will bring out the fangs and the mohawk again, but perhaps another take will help him learn.
”Now listen here, I don’t think your parents taught you any manners at all, and that is not how you approach a lady or well...anyone...ever, ya hear? Now I can’t blame ya too much if you were never taught how to greet a lady, but now you are gunna learn,” I pull back a little, almost lazily, with lightning and thunder still looming over us.
”Now no one will respond positively to someone running over to them going ‘Blah blah blah MINE blah blah, yada yada’ and you being all pushy. How the hell do you expect that to turn out well? I mean, logic boy, logic, think about it, would you like that, him? Even if you would, doesn’t mean someone else would like it,” I say casually, but quite firm, at least with him. I can feel myself starting to blabber, but I can’t help it...I like to talk sometimes, and he needs quite the talkin to.
”So instead of being all...how you were, instead you do something like this,” I say as I back away a bit, then making a fake approach towards him. There is a nice smile on my face, and my tail wags slightly. ”’Hello there! I see that you are enjoying the storm, mind if I join you?’ And then after that, you wait for their response before getting any closer, and if they do invite ya to join, ya lay down a good wolf or two apart and ya enjoy the damn storm coming in,” I say green and blue eyes flashing upwards before looking back to him, seeing if he is paying attention or if any of this is registering in his silvered eyes. Hell, it might be hopeless, but I got to at least give him a chance. Don’t want to give my mohawk too much of a workout. "Any questions?"