Wheeling Gull Isle your grace is wasted in your face

The little brat just didn't know when to quit. Rather than listening to his order, she puffed out her chest and let out a pathetic growl. Orochi snorted. Maybe a quick whack would get her to shut up. He was tempted.

Orochi's ears folded back when she tried to speak. What? Then she said it again, a bit more clearly this time.

Two mamas. So Minori was telling the truth this whole time? He'd been replaced by this.. thing. A useless ball of fur that couldn't even talk right. What was so special about her? Why'd Takara choose her over him?

Get away from me, he muttered. Orochi rose to his paws and glared down at the whelp. His hackles were raised, his fur shot up. Go back to your horrible moms before I throw you in the ocean!