Lake Rodney tarnished

When it was suggested that Kaizer relax, it dawned on him slowly that there was nothing of concern to be ready for, and that his sleep had been disturbed for nothing but conversation. He was immediately grumpy, his brow furrowing as the pain in his arm returned in the absence of mind-numbing adrenaline, and he realized sleep wouldn't be easy to find again after the disruption. His ear flicked faintly as the male suggested that he would have eaten him if he'd been dead, and Kaizer's frown deepened, wondering what kind of depraved soul ate its own kind without absolute necessity. The pale wolf didn't appear to be starved, so it was his best guess that this guy was just some insane canine with a penchant for eating wolves that didn't wake to his shouting.

The question following, though slightly uncouth, didn't affect Kaizer in the way the stranger might have thought. It actually took him a little out of his bad mood, to think about last night's fight instead of his present concerns. "A couple kids beat me up and took my lunch," he said humorlessly, phrasing the event in a way he thought his gold-eyed company would better understand.