Wapun Meadow survival of the fittest

super sorry for the wait, i didn't realize how long it'd been!

The fight he expects is delayed by the arrival of an oddly familiar face. Irritation sparks at the sound — it's rather inconvenient right now, when he's trying to be taken seriously. The mention of his last encounter with the chocolate-furred boy definitely does not help that. His gaze never leaves the boy with the torn ears, though, jaw clenching as he insults him openly. There's little he'd like more than to tear up the rest of his face to match his ears, but for now he maintains his icy silence, silver eyes watching intensely for any sign of an attack. Nothing else matters right now — not the limping boy with his annoying question, not finding the mate he'd accidentally left behind. The possibility of a scuffle has, as always, captured his attention entirely.