I was pleased to see Arturio come along. My own tail wags and my tongue hangs out of my mouth as I see him come forth. He sure is a giant of a guy, but he taught me to fish and visited my pack when I was younger. I am full grown adult now though, but not nearly his size.

”Naw I think I got that down well enough, at least,” I said as I stood, reaching out to nudge his muzzle. Right then she hears the interruption and immediately knows the voice. She turns her head to see him- the darkness of a male coming towards them. Her white mo-hawk begins to raise at his words, fishing and bait, and the way he looks at Arturio.

My body becomes tense. I know he is up to no good. It is in his dead looking eyes. All I wanted was to have a nice chat with a friend, and instead I get my crazy stalker coming in to be...weird and maybe even violent with the way he looks. I then stand tall, my head raised with firm green eyes on him.

”The hell you talkin’ about?” I said firmly. I move to put myself between Arutio and Thorne, making myself look as big as possible and threatening as possible so he knows to back off.

”There ain’t no bait or sharks here, and this has nothing to do with you, so get going back to whatever hole you came from,” I said, my voice very different than when I first interacted with Arturio. Arturio has only seen my lighthearted side, perhaps determined side, but not this, with me speaking like I am to a pup who is always in trouble and not listening...but more dire than that.

”Sorry about him, he...does this,” I said with my head tilting back towards Arturio slightly. I don’t know how to explain Thorne. He is pretty much like a shadow with unpleasant intent...a shadow that is not do easy to get rid of.