The paw steps upon the dry, leaf ridden earth has the forsaken boy of Ava turning to face it. Someone is approaching him without speaking first, they are unknown, they are a threat. His yellowed knives are bared against white and black fur as his eyes stare without sight down toward the female’s legs. His head lifts upward to redirect his face toward her own as she speaks, the silent snarl still present upon his facade. ”I don’t want him, whoever he is,” he growls through clenched teeth as his long hackles bristle upon his back. She speaks of someone he does not know and he is not sure why she has singled him out about it. Her scent wafts toward him in the salty breeze carrying the old stench of death with it. His nose wrinkles up as it hits his senses before she screams again.
His teeth snap together in a warning as her lunacy seems to hit a critical point. There is no one else she could possibly be talking to; no other scents or sounds from the riverside that they have converged at. A deep growl whirrs to life within his throat as he dreads the thought of being set upon by this delusional stranger.
Her tone changes as she prattles in a trembling voice, her words drilling through his ears and into his brain, driving deeper and deeper until he cannot take it any longer. ”ENOUGH!” a snarl erupts from his vocals as he lunges forward to drive her back and away from him, not trying to grasp onto her but clacking his teeth together all the same in warning. ”You are like a bird… a woodpecker impaling my mind with your words. Just STOP,” he bellows with an angry grimace. His head shakes slowly to and fro to try and reorient himself, overwhelmed by the bombardment of her voice in all its shrillness.
”I just want to see you so that I can find your vocal chords and snap them for good,” he mumbles as his head hangs low with golden-copper eyes closed tightly. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. His temper has gotten the best of him and now he has likely made her more irate and willing to bludgeon him. But he could not help it, she was driving him mad! His ears were sensitive to noise, more so because of his lack of vision, and her voice - oh that damned voice - it nearly drove him to madness of equal proportion.