I can see how eager Thorne is when I bring his odd father. I know he wants him here for a reason, and I am sure the reason is not exactly what his father expects. That is fine with me. Sometimes, you just have to put others in their place….where they belong...even if they are family.

Throne rubs his shoulder against mine and I tilt my head downward slightly, motioning my head towards his father in a welcoming fashion. I brought him his gift, and he will enjoy it. He speaks of how his father needs to be taught a lesson and I feel my fur jumping with excitement on my spine. My face twists into a sick smile. I do not go first though, as I watch the other two younger wolves take their pound of flesh. Zephyr was turning out to be a good little boy, aiming for the back legs. He was growing into a role and he knew his place. The other young wolf was uh, well, not a visual masterpiece to say the least. In fact I found him rather disgusting but I did not show it. There were some things I did take from my mother Ava, and if I wanted to keep my emotions flat on my face, I did. I just...didn’t do it as after as her.

Even if he was not visually appealing, he had his positives which were shown now as the young Possum goes for the face as Zephyr holds the older male down. I find myself lopeing forward with glee, my tail wagging happily behind me as I jump back and forth a few times behind Possum. I find that I giggle and laugh with a twisted joy watching the damage that the young boy was causing. ”Yes, yes!” I say pleasantly, now standing still with my head and jaw tilting. I do enjoy watching if I do say so myself. I see the realization coming to the older man’s eyes as my own poison greens stare into him. That is when my face becomes sharp and I lick my lips.

I turn my eyes to his right ear, and then back towards his face. I find a quiet laugh caught in my throat. ”Hm, I think this will be...mine,” I say, then suddenly dashing towards the right ear. I pivot on my front paws so I become perpendicular to the old man as my jaws reach to grab hold of his right ear. I feel the flesh in my teeth and I grip down with my chewing molars to hopefully shred the base of the ear. I bite down hard, and begin to shake my head violently with a feminine yet wicked growl. I use my left front leg and paw to push against his shoulder and give myself more leverage and power to hopefully tear the ear off. I am hoping I can get it off, and if I do, I aim for it to be in one piece, for keeping and all. ”Give it to me” I say, my voice suddenly harsh and vicious as I shake my head furiously once again.