The Heartwood Call me Mr. Rattlebone

She noted the lip curl and held herself from snarling back at him; barely. Her snout crinkled in retaliation at his, the fur along her back shifting from a relaxed position to half way to aggressive. “Maybe in the dirt is where you belong, sir.”  Her ears were forward now, awaiting for any sort of response. She could be a sarcastic prick too.

Huffing, she walked a few paces forward. 

“Do you want help or not?” Titian eyes narrowed as the titan let her voice soften slightly. If he couldn’t walk, she would at least lick his wounds to cease the chance of infection. It would hurt like a bitch, and truthfully - for her own amusement- she wondered if he would cry. He seemed like the man-baby type. Somewhere deep inside she knew that it was purely her annoyance talking, but she couldn’t help the small smile that crept upon her lips at the thought.