Firefly Glen the truth and my lies are now falling like the rain

They were getting their way, somewhat. It came with some extra fussing and apologizing that didn't matter one bit to the ears of the Ostrega, which he didn't even like bothering to hear, spurring up his hackles more. He did like Osiris opposite to him beside her, and it made the dark boy bolder, each step lighter, easier as he could find that good groove.

Yet, his annoyance compounded the more she talked--making it sound like she didn't even know what she was doing out here if she didn't know the herbs to spare her sick mother from the skies, which was only more bother to him, a quiet wolf and raised aimed for purpose by a hale mother who dealt death instead; Antares couldn't relate himself to anything about all of her whinging.

Why wouldn't she just quit rambling and go, though? Was that too simple an instruction? She was leaving but it couldn't be fast enough. He was feeling enough like being a bite-y asshole after that. On his next step to come he sped up and tried to bring it closer to her so he could rudely gnash his teeth at her rump about it--planning on being about as rough as he would with his brothers in play, if she didn't sidestep him entirely. If so, he'd at least hope for a mean-sounding clack to help keep the intimidation on. He was tired of her, and he didn't like the way she smelled.. too much like she didn't belong here.