Silverlight Terrace Then there's me, I'm seventeen

Last post for me. It was fun ;)

He snorted, contempt for the other wolf's foolishness and sheer ignorance plain on his face and evident in the irritated lash of his tail. It had become apparent that his lessons, his clarification offered out of courtesy to a wolf that had learned to talk but forgotten how to communicate, would have been better served to a rock. This one had demonstrated an incredible lack of sense, his read on the other wolves so out of alignment that Taggarik's time and efforts would be wasted, and so he was done, as was the brown wolf.

He did not react so harshly as the other loner, whose retaliation was nonetheless warranted. He reasoned rather quickly that any further indication of the pair's offense to his stupid behavior was, again, better saved for a rock. He he merely gave a slow shake of his head, peering down the length of his broad muzzle with marked disdain, before he too quartered away, keeping a solid shoulder toward the pack wolf in case of attack. Whomever he had howled for, Taggarik was not inclined to wait for them, and with long strides and a brisk jog, he was soon well away.