Cricket Creek Bog but he talks like a gentleman

he fails to notice the boy's flinch as the sound tears haphazardly around the two; continuing to spill forth from open jaws like some sort of tidal wave. there's no end in sight and it seems pretty convincing that it could continue until the two were so engulfed in it that the noise itself would sweep them up and drown them in its chaos. yet the vessel could only support such a bout of passion for so long and with little to no warning, a soft gurgle announces its end and the pallid boy collapses down over his precious item. yet despite the want to give in to the shuddering exhaustion of frail limbs, he hoists himself up into a semi crouch, tail flicking at his haunches and sage eyes that had been squeezed shut in that bout of...well could words really even describe it? become visible once more as they fix blearily on the source of his distress. 

a shaky inhale is all he can manage in response to that shark like grin and he mentally curses the fact that such an ugly, twisted face would have to take up space in his mind for quite some time after this. he had so much better things to focus on than, than that creature he now refused to call a wolf. for even in his terror,  naive snobbery has him certain that there will be an after and the only true hindrance of this encounter will be having to remember this stupid, stupid child's horrible smile. 

so it's quite a shock when he is lunged at and all he has time to do is gape as the dark body...slams into him! the jarring contact shoots through his body like a knife, already slender and lacking muscle with the bruises and lack of food added on; such a hit has him gasping in shocked pain as he writhes frantically from where he topples gracelessly into the earth. ears slick back as he holds paws up in a desperate effort to protect himself whilst still trying to get over the inital shock as to what has just happened. he doesn't understand it and this continues to be his strongest issue with everything happening here, not being used to having any difficulty working something out; this whole perplexed feeling is wearing thin. breathing quickly , ribs press visibly against his thin pelt with each pass of oxygen as eyes dart over his company desperately. eventually all that can slip forth is a hoarsely exhaled; "why?"