Bearclaw Valley So you were six feet underneath me

Koume did not particularly like children. Or any wolf for that matter. They were so... dumb and practically useless to a certain age. She couldn't see herself having her own if she was ever given the chance. Her nose wrinkled when the kid peed, rolling her eyes. She sighed when the kid did not seem to understand her words. Koume did not know how old this one was or when pups obtained the ability to speak and understand what was spoken.

The hell am I going to do with you? She murmured to herself, lying down near the carcass when the kid found it appropriate to drool all over it. She was tired from the hunt anyway. So, what are your dreams and aspirations? She asked with a smirk, wanting to play the smart guy with the kid even though she didn't understand.