Kintla Flatlands Wake me up when September ends

Mild annoyance presented pressure upon the temporal lobes covered by soaked black fur. Why was this male so insistent on producing a conversation? Yuda clearly had no desire for interaction, and he discovered error in the fact that he'd even showed even the lowest form of attention given through action. A minute twitch squeezed itself down upon the dripping brow that gave no protection to the youth's eyes. This movement, which could barely be called so, opened a flood gate of furiousness that would normally cause bliss within the male, but this time it was entirely different.

What happened next would be seen as nothing but ordinary and plain from all wolves in existence, save very few — Yuda ceased moving forward and twisted his neck to look at the male who had called out.