Emberflame Ridge Generation Z

Liar! He roared, careless of who would be listening to his loud-ass voice and instead just continued to bombard his poor sister. You let that witch take me, everyone did! He puffed, fur rising in frustration around him like a pincushion. He was riled up, angry, but thankful too despite how he was acting. Thankful that he was finally reunited with someone. 

Snorting, snot flying out from his nostrils as he eyed the mirror version of himself. His gaze did not soften, but instead, it shifted to her side instead of right on her face. Valour didn't care. He was an asshole. He only liked the other puppies. It's his fault. The boy decided.