Bearclaw Valley I’ll confront and fight for the souls in this street, whoa

Raziel was much smarter than Xan, that was why Xan didn't understand him and thought the Roman as...less clever than the one month old pup. Oh, if only the pup said that aloud, that would make the silver Alpha's day. In fact, he would probably be dying of laughter throughout the whole damn year if he knew what the boy was thinking. Too bad he was still only a month old pup and did not know how to speak proper sentences yet, or the Roman would have the time of his life. He didn't care that the boy didn't want to play, because in reality, he was playing a game. He was playing the Roman's game, he just didn't know it.

Xan kept walking forward, disregarding his words. Sometimes, the boy was so stupid that Raziel wondered how he could manage to learn more words than his siblings who were ten times smarter than the boy. 

He watched, amusement evident in his turquoise eyes as Xan tried to look for a way out but couldn't as the Roman was much bigger than the tiny whelp. The boy told him to go once again, obviously now getting irritated. Then the boy told him to move, drawing the word out slightly. Still, the Roman refused to yield and stood his ground, just like Xan stood his. The boy moved forward, trying to climb over him. Raziel growled warningly, though he was rather amused by how his game was turning out. He would not yield, not until the boy respected him and knew not to cross him. He would keep flinging Xan off until the boy got it through his thick skull that he should not cross the Roman.

 Those bites did not hurt him, they were nothing compared to his father's beatings.

"Little warrior," Raziel smiled.