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The stranger did not obey the persian's command and irritation quickly worked its way up Kyron's face, causing his brows to crease into an annoyed frown and his teeth to snag at his lip, not enough to bite through, but enough to hurt. Nevertheless, he continued with his ministrations, although a bit rougher and harsher than before, intend to get this wolf back on his feet as soon as possible. "First of all," Kyron said between licks, "I am not you. Let's make that clear. I, am much redder than you in fur color. I, have blue eyes. I, am not a bloody fool who's lost all his warrior glory and given up completely. I, have honor and pride and dignity, unlike you."

If Kyron was right with his guesses; he usually was, then this wolf used to be a fighter of sorts. And well, if this didn't work, then the persian would physically hurt the stranger just to make sure he knew that the sand prince was being serious. "So do as I bloody say, you ungrateful brat and maybe there's still some hope for you." There was an amused smirk worming its way up the usually introverted wolf's lips right now. Oh he was definitely enjoying himself.