He didn’t care if the other was an ass, or mutated, whatever the fuck was going on. To be honest, Berwyn never flinched at another’s faults. He had grown up with his own so knowing how much it pissed him of he was less inclined to let it bug anyone. Berwyn was not a fighter, not really. But he was not to be bullied. Nah, he was done with letting himself be pushed around for his deformity. The male moved closer to him, and Berwyn fought back the snarl bubbling up in his chest. He was not going to be pushed around like a mere mutt. No. And calling him a dog? Seriously?

He felt the muscles start to tense up, his hackles rising ever so slightly as the male moved closer. His voice ringing out and then the thing dared to try to take possession of his food. A bubbling snarl rose, his lips curling, he growled low in his throat, his muzzle reaching out and snapping towards the face of the other. His lithe legs reached out, paws digging onto the fish and snatching it away from the other. “Just because you look like Frankenstein, does not give you a damn right to touch my food, mutt.” his lips stayed curled, his teeth barred as he turned his head from the other, reaching down to grab the fish, and he moved through the water. Cleansing the fish of the scent of the other, he moved to the other side of the bank. “how about you go live your own miserable life and leave me the hell alone.”

He’d never been the one to be rude or the like, but goddamn this guy would just not give up. And to be honest, he was seriously done with him already.