A jailyard assault in rain and mud

Depthless orbs clung to the position they cast themselves into, which happened at be directly at the golden statue before him. This did not necessarily mean that Yuda actually paid attention to the male.

Moreso casting his stare through the wolf mentioned before, the dark boy's eyes shifted in the slightest, and a small huff of amusement followed in reaction to the three words which formed themselves into question. It was reasonable that wolves assumed Yuda was either deaf, mute, or dumb, which he was neither. These options could be seen as a stoke of luck, or not, depending on the views and stances regarding the situation. It did not matter what any wolf said or thought, though, for Yuda did not care whether he was a wolf marred by physical, or so to speak, deformities. Time was wasted upon such thoughts, and if they were, they were, and if they weren't, they weren't. For now, a brief "no" nestled itself into his chest, more likely to never be spoken, and a microscopic smirk appeared in quiet amusement.