STUCK IN YOUR WONDERLAND
Cuirass didn’t seem to take his humor as well as Avery had, almost seeming offended. The scowl that furrowed the ruddy wolf’s face almost brought out one on Ramos’ own. The pale fur around his black lips twitched as he fought the reaction. He almost lost control of his facial muscles when the male teasingly rolled his name off his tongue, one corner of his maw pulling up as though uncertain of how to truly react to his company. The brute had never had his name disrespected. In his homeland, his name carried weight with it as did any of his family’s line. No one would dare as he was bred from one of the longest line of Sentinels in the pack. His name was a birthright, one he had dishonored but still one he held claim to.
That had to be put aside here. He could not fault Cuirass for not knowing or himself for his reaction. However, Ramos had to set aside the prickling feeling of disdain he was getting from being in this male’s presence. He had been offered information and he was determined to get it even if he had to swallow what was left of his pride and allow himself to be toyed with.
He wasn’t expecting the answer he got. Apparently luck was on his side as he seemed to have stumbled right into the answer Avery couldn’t give him. As Cuirass continued, new questions formed in the multi-colored wolf’s head until a simple statement stopped him dead in his tracks; physically and mentally. A tiny, sharp shiver ran down his long spine, lifting the hairs along his thick mane and back. It wasn’t fear. Ramos knew real fear now. Panic, maybe? Caution? The feeling pooled in his stomach, dragging it down towards the earth, and he was at a loss for words. His pale eyes bored into his companion’s icy blue gaze for a moment longer than he would’ve liked before jumping away to the surrounding snowy moors he once thought to be comforting.
you fucked up. you fucked up. you fucked up.
He struggled to find his voice once again, stunned into momentary silence, but never took his yellow-green gaze off of the open landscape around them. "Eating him?" It was all he could get out, echoing Cuirass’ words. The cream brute knew his own pack was derived from cannibals hundreds of springs ago, but that was during a period of a great famine before they moved below the Forever Frost lines. He could not wrap his head around why wolves in Moladion would consume forbidden flesh when prey seemed reasonably plentiful even in the winter months.
Unless they took part in it purely for fun.
His eyes flicked abruptly back to his companion’s and he took a step back away from him. His black and ochre hackles still unsettled as he spoke up once again in a dead-flat tone, ears angling themselves back away from this stranger, this possible cannibal. "Did you really bring me here to share information?" Ramos knew he could hold his own but that was to be used as a last resort. He had to preserve himself up until Cuirass made the first move to attack, if that was truly his plan to begin with.
RAMOS :: BOUND TO NONE :: LONER