Ankyra Sound the horseman

The young wolf continued to spat his words at Kierkegaard who held an expression of complete apathy through the duration of it. A single ear on top of his head swiveled to the side, and he suppressed a yawn. “I meant what I said about your father, but I didn't think it meant I would deserve to be pestered by his nitwit of a child,” Kierkegaard growled quietly to the younger wolf. He did not understand why Caiaphas wanted to keep this boy around. Some part of her had seen something in him that he did not comprehend, but knew that he would have to endure. So long as she wanted Arrille around, he would be there – whether Kierkegaard liked it or not.

Why don't you fight back?

“Because I know the difference between what is worth fighting for, and what should be forgotten. Something you ought to learn sooner rather than later,” he answered in a stern tone. He lifted his head up a ways and frowned at the younger boy. He seemed to be far too hotheaded for Kierkegaard to fully break through to him. He wondered if he should turn and leave the youthful wolf like he did the first time he had happened upon him. The ghost was tired, though, and he would have preferred if Arrille left over having to depart himself.