Sun Mote Copse burn the world that you call civilized

His scowl deepend. 

Of course I do, he all but spat. He'd come from one pack or another, tried to find a place in more than one after that, but nothing stuck for long. This kid was talking to him like he had no brain at all; clearly that wasn't true, or he'd have died within a week of leaving the wilds — or he'd have been trampled long ago by the running elk. I bet you've never been outside of one.

Not that either lifestyle was better than the other; but if this boy was going to be judgemental (which is how it felt to uncivilized folk such as himself) he would meet barb with barb.