Otatso Wetlands bad blood

Kisu scoffed; the cocky little runt had blatantly ignored him. A smile rose to his lips; he didn't know why, though. Maybe it was due to the fact that the little black wolf didn't want contact with other wolves, just like him.

He turned his head to the side, as if trying to fend off thoughts of pushing forward to the young wolf. Kisu sighed and moved into the direction of the wet, matted pup. "Come here you runt." His voice sounded husky and had an echo of confidence to it. "Trying to run off won't help any. I just want to talk." He wasn't sure if it would send the kid scampering away, aka falling over himself in the mud, but he tried reaching out regardless.