Witch's Marsh canzoni preferite

Nai was cold, and wet, and dirty, and pissed off. The approach of the stranger - big, red, bold - was just another piece of timber to add to the burning flame in the boy's chest. But he didn't seem too bad, more amused at Naiel's current situation and that was annoying. But Nai supposed he couldn't really be too mad, even if the larger wolf threw mud at him.

He flinched a bit at the splatter against his fur, but really, he'd already done worse to himself. "You're lucky I'm already muddy or you might just have started a fight," he muttered to the wolf he absolutely could not beat in a fight. He turned to face the brute, lifting his chin up proudly. "And for the record, I never fight anything that can't fight back. It's no fun that way." Probably more fun than getting his ass beat, but Nai was too disillusioned to realize that at the moment.

Blue eyes scanned over the beast to appraise him and Nai smirked. Yeah, I can take him. No you cannot. "Unless you're offerin' to fight back."