Blackfeather Woods periodic

Did he feel bad for frightening her? No. And that was obvious in the backward toss of his alabaster-tipped crown, eyes squeezed shut and jaws parted as he howled in laughter. 

When his belly laugh begun to ache, Venamis returned his stare to the girl whose reaction amused him so much, pale irises glimmering with amusement as he shot her his most triumphant smile.

Instead of baring her fangs at him or appearing at all pissed off that he'd so easily freaked her out, the kid spoke up in a soft greeting. He blinked and his amused expression faded, a little confused and disappointed that she didn't wish to fight him like the other pups so boldly attempted, and his response came bluntly: "what's wrong with you?"