Anything dealing with Tora was bound to be far from anything quiet. Especially if he didn’t like what was going on. The russet boy tried to even take a few bites a few times when he could, if the brute dared to near to him. It was a very loud affair, even as they crossed the borders of the land Tora didn’t want to be in at all. This was just a festering ball of shit memories and other things this wolf was going to regret ever dredging up and out of him. It was then that the male said something rather stupid, and obvious. Child as he was Tora gaufauled before making his voice as mockingly close as he could to Cuirass’ ”’Have you ever been told to shut the hell up?’ that’s what you sound like you dumb bastard.” It was very clear he wasn’t going to settle down anytime soon especially when the boy added, ”Hell yes I have and fuck all if I care! What are you going to do to me? Kill me?” He snipped back at him, really truly daring the brute to try. After all what WAS he going to do? He stole him for some stupid reason and Tora imagined when that reason was fulfilled he would be let go.

It seemed as though his thoughts were right so far. ”I’ll shut up when I’m dead or you let me get the hell out of your dead land!” He didn’t want this dumb packs food, plus it was barren when Tora had to leave, the pack had been desolate of prey for months, almost a full year even, he was sure in the short time he had vacated the pack it’s prey amounts hadn’t recovered or returned. What food did he have to offer? Nothing, and Tora would piss on it if he was brought anything and make it so no one would want to eat it. So Tora did the only mature thing he could think of and throw himself down on the ground and groan and yell louder.

It seemed though his captor was quite persistent though. Grabbing him by the tail and starting to drag him it hurt, but Tora didn't flail, he just became dead weight as he was pulled across the smooth grassy terrain. He groaned with each bump, complained about every rock that poked him, anything to make this the most irritating experience that anyone would ever have to deal with in their life. The boy was named ‘trouble’ for a reason after all. The large pup however was rather unphased as the big male stood over him. Still very convinced they weren’t going to do anything to harm him badly, he looked up in those blue eyes of the male with every ounce of hate and frustration his own could muster. ”I hear threats like that every day.” He spat at the male his nose wrinkling as if he smelled something foul, even at the other male’s threat. ”I know you don’t cause you smell like shit, probably the only thing left to eat here. Is that why there are no pack members left? You ate them all? And now you guys just have what’s come out since?”

Juvenile as he was, he knew very well what the pack was full of. So he was saying they would eat him? Fat chance. He wasn’t going to be threatened into calming down. He wasn’t going to BACK down. That was how he was taught and while his dad looked like hell his dad was also still alive. Tora was gonna have his dad’s tenacity to live if nothing else today, or at least die being the most irritable thing to this wolf before he met his grave.