maneuvered again?

Faust watched curiously for a time. The rocks fell, scattering about and as expected it seemed as though the larger of the group hit the ground first, though not by much. He pondered the reason, but not for long seeing as soon the wolf that was down there turned around glowering at him. Ah…. as expected, he wasn’t exactly pleased with being showered with small rocks. Faust couldn’t blame him. His voice was weird, but he hadn’t heard a wide variety of them, but it sounded broken of some sort.

Even at a distance the fluffy grey and gold boy could hear him, though not quite make out the words. Faust wasn’t worried at all when the male started making his way up towards him either. Instead his head tilted with a curiosity, wondering what it would be like to be scolded as such by a stranger. His mother of course was a gentle creature but could be snappish and quite firm in her punishments. Oh? THere was something else odd about him. He had quite the appearance. HIs lips were torn and slightly mangled he wondered if he was born that way or if something had gotten a hold of him. He talked weird too. It was hard to focus on that as he growled and wheezed and talked all at the same time as well as observing his unique features.

”No, not hurt. I was merely studying the velocity that the rocks from the cliffs fell. Were larger ones to have a greater speed than the smaller as expected? If so, I wanted to know why that was. As it happened you were standing in the path of my falling rocks. Then I was curious if you would get angry at such a thing. Which predictably you have done. Now I’m very curious about your unique conditions. Is it genetic? Did you get in a fight? I’m sure it’s terribly inconvenient though you seem a good weight and size for your stature so it must not hinder you too terribly. Also why I am of the male gender, making me a boy, I have a name and that name is Faust. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

The boy rambled as he usually did. He didn’t mean for anything he said to be insulting it was simply the way he was. He stated the truth, and perhaps his words were a little… much for others. HIs mother often said that it might get him into trouble in the same way it had apparently done her father. Was this also genetic? Faust certainly didn’t learn it from the man. He was dead after all and currently returning to the earth as his mother said, so it wasn’t as if he could leave any kind of impression on him. Ah. but he was rambling again. It was hard to focus sometimes with so many thoughts running through his head all the time.