Otatso Wetlands bad blood

The little shadow continued to grow frustrated as he pushed forward, water soaking through his fur and chilling him to the bone. He did not want to keep running — in fact, he wanted nothing more than to collapse and rest for a few moments — but he did not want to be in the company of another. He did not trust strangers nor did he feel comfortable around them; he knew he was capable of surviving on his own and was confident in himself that he didn't need help from anyone.

When the stranger spoke once more the youth could not stop his ruby eyes from rolling as a deep frown cut across his maw. Shaking his head softly Niklaus did not respond right away — with furrowed brows he struggled to maintain his pace and keep the stranger at bay. "I dono," he mumbled quietly in response, not wanting to admit to the older male how hungry he actually was. He did not want to stop and make friends, he wanted to be alone. And for some reason the older male was not grasping that.