Firestone Hot Springs Tired mechanical heart beats till the song disappears.

"Anger!"

          ...."Yes, that is the right answer!" Makaro practically leap up to his feet with a twisted grin. The moment the tale signs of Cry turning over his tone and tail for a face befitting intimidation. "Get mean and angry, By Sithis I love it!"

His ears fell just a bit as the air turned stale between the pair. Obviously the egos could fly from Makaro and Cry but where was the fun in this? Prolonge a hot air exchange of pride? Please... The true game was in keeping cool and calculated with a fare bit of sass. Makaro stepped to his flank circling the male wolf but never once putting his rear to the pool. "...-and I must admit it's cute on you..."

like a pretty red bow...

While Makaro began his slow circle looking Cry from paw to maw...
...It must have began to formulate in Cry's mind now... This was Makaro or that Nightmare's Child he spoke of so freely about before. It was that same irrational disrespect of Slade that Cry revealed that mirred a similar disrespect for Makaro voiced to another wolf. Hear say has obviously rotted the older wolf's mind if he thought he could judge anyone with half handed information or side line opinions. What even was a title such as Nightmare's Child to him if not a pretty little red bow? Roots seeded in the ears had grown into Cry's brain if he thought to soil wisdom with his own flailing tongue so Makaro had a... duty? Yes, a duty to remind Cry that Makaro was indeed Slade's sire... Makaro was indeed Cry's replacement. The son he never was...

"So what other awards do you offer? Hear your in the lead for Longest running span with a stick up their ass, is that platinum or gold?"